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I held my breath the entire time I read the books. No character deserved what happened to them. The villain was definitely being a villain. It was really hard to see Rowan and Citra together. Rowan didn’t deserve all the horrible things that happened to him, and the author showed no mercy on us. Each page felt like a slap or a stressful situation. By the last quarter of the book, things started to feel strange, with so much to process. I know this chaotic review is just my normal state of review, and it has to be. I wasn’t expecting the ending. Heroes usually save the world, but I understand what happened by the end. The rise of the Toll had a lot of meaning—deep meaning. This whole series was so exhausting that I can’t imagine diving into another series like it because I have no energy left. I loved every character, whether they were good or bad. They played their roles well. And I’m all for turning this series into an animated show; it would be amazing.
What more can I say? not much romance—but it was so much more than that. Pure science fiction, yet it hit me in ways I didn’t expect. The idea of an AI trying to explain emotions, only to be captured by them, was breathtaking. And the way people took life for granted, only to be shaken to their core when faced with the world as it once was—it felt like a wake-up call. Memories. Memories upon memories, weaving the very fabric of who we are. They were everything. Without them, could we even exist? The story made me question everything: is a person still a person without their past? Without the pieces that make them whole?
And then there’s the complexity of humanity—an enigma so profound that neither we, nor the most advanced AI, could ever truly comprehend it. We’re beautifully contradictory: predictable in so many ways, yet wildly unpredictable in others. That’s what makes us human. That’s what makes us alive.
What more can I say? not much romance—but it was so much more than that. Pure science fiction, yet it hit me in ways I didn’t expect. The idea of an AI trying to explain emotions, only to be captured by them, was breathtaking. And the way people took life for granted, only to be shaken to their core when faced with the world as it once was—it felt like a wake-up call. Memories. Memories upon memories, weaving the very fabric of who we are. They were everything. Without them, could we even exist? The story made me question everything: is a person still a person without their past? Without the pieces that make them whole?
And then there’s the complexity of humanity—an enigma so profound that neither we, nor the most advanced AI, could ever truly comprehend it. We’re beautifully contradictory: predictable in so many ways, yet wildly unpredictable in others. That’s what makes us human. That’s what makes us alive.