After accidentally unleashing the gods from their captivity on Olympus, Helen must find a way to re-imprison them without starting a devastating war. But the gods are angry, and their thirst for blood already has a body count.
To make matters worse, the Oracle reveals that a diabolical Tyrant is lurking among them, which drives a wedge between the once-solid group of friends. As the gods use the Scions against one another, Lucas’s life hangs in the balance. Still unsure whether she loves him or Orion, Helen is forced to make a terrifying decision, for war is coming to her shores.
In Josephine Angelini’s compelling conclusion to the masterfully woven Starcrossed trilogy, a goddess must rise above it all to change a destiny that’s been written in the stars. With worlds built just as fast as they crumble, love and war collide in an all-out battle that will leave no question unanswered and no heart untouched.
Spoilers ahead. You have been warned.
Well, on Goodreads I gave this book three stars. I didn’t hate it. I didn’t love it. In fact, I felt absolutely nothing. Which is very weird, considering I loved the first book. Let’s delve deeper into the mystery of my missing feelings, shall we?
I read the first novel when I was 17, I think. And remember loving it. I’m thinking now that my age factored into it a bit; now that I’m older I can understand that this final book would appeal to the past-me, probably, but it just felt very juvenile to me now. The writing was suitable for quite a young audience, and it honestly read that way. I’ve read books for the same target age with much more sophisticated writing, so I blame the author for this one. However, I understand that to get her story across she does not need purple prose and Nobel Laureate-style writing. She got her story across fine. I just could not get into it.
The problem with attempting to use something like Greek mythology is that it is a large task. A lot of background is needed, exposition, etc. So every time I was slapped over the head with new rules for the Scions, talks about prophecies, character histories for each Olympian, etc, I grew very bored. The author tried hard to make the book exciting. She at least made use of her Greek God setting, but it was a little mediocre. A lot happened. It was action packed. People died. There were apocalypse-style battles between Scions and Olympians. And at no point was I gasping in shock, excitement, worry for a character, or simply fangirling over any love interests. I’m thankful that the book was a quick read, otherwise I might have put it down. I honestly don’t know why I lack any feelings towards it. It was explosive, just not in a way that could satisfy me. (I didn’t mean to make that sound so sexual. Go me. Oh, so nasty 😉 )
Speaking of sexual, can we talk about the ‘two characters love each other but find out they are related so they must keep away from each other while their souls break and their bodies gravitate towards one another’ trope? I seriously, seriously hate that. Cassandra Clare did it with her Mortal Instruments series. I hated it then, too. I mean, why?? Especially if they aren’t really related (which always turns out to be the case). I don’t know what’s worst- when you KNOW they aren’t related and are waiting anxiously for their dumb asses to use their balloon heads to realise it, or when you honestly think they ARE related and you’ve got to read through creepy sexual tension between what you presume are two relatives. Disgusting. And Lucas and Helen barely tried to disguise their feelings! Or even stay away from each other. It’s like they barely cared they were cousins, even though they weren’t really. But still, the sexual tension was abominable. Especially with the force-fed forbidden love bit.
Three more things:
The deaths that were meant to be shocking fell flat, because obviously those characters were too important to stay dead. So back to life. Yay. And the characters that did die, barely felt a thing for them.
Helen’s powers. Honestly, was there anything she couldn’t do? The convenient as F ending where she defeats Zeus in one page, and simply glares the other big, bad Olympians into submission. Hello? Talk about anticlimactic.
And lastly, the romance. I really don’t believe it’s a good idea to portray love as something that can take over one’s life. Lucas was literally tortured, enough to stop caring about his own life to the point of trading places with freaking HADES in THE UNDERWORLD to get away from his pain. This is obsessive love. I know, I know, the fact that the cycle of Scions has constantly repeated with the two ending up together does play a part in it, but come on. They are teenagers! And the possible love triangle? You know the one, where the female protagonist loves X so much, and loves Y so much, but not as much as X, never as much as X? Kill me now.
And Orion and Cassandra? I want happiness for them both. But, just no. It came out of nowhere. As did the mega instalove between Hector and Andy. Just no.
Well, my lovelies, that’s my anger-fueled review. If you’ve read it, let me know your thoughts. If you want closure after starting the trilogy, go on and read it. You might enjoy it more than I did.