Genres: Young Adult, Fantasy, Science Fiction, Romance, Dystopian
Publisher: Little, Brown and Company
Publication Date: May 18th 2015
1 OUT OF 5 STARS
“I know why you’re here, and I know what you want. You want to know what really happened. You want to know the truth.”
Max and her flock are forced to survive in a post-apocalyptic world, and it’s not only the weirdly mutated wildlife they have to worry about. Tension is splitting the flock, Fang must face his destiny, and Angel wants to claim hers. Will the flock be able to save the world if they can’t even save each other?
This series has been on a steady decline since the fourth book in the series. This is the ninth. Patterson himself had claimed the series was over, but he cannot bear to actually give us such mercy. his characters are twisted into caricatures of themselves. Max is selfish, stubborn and pathetic. Angel is exceptionally easy to hate when she’s meant to come out a hero. The story commits to nothing. No death, or disaster can actually tug on the heart strings because this series can’t decide where it wants to go. There’s too much going on and it’s hard as a reader to care about any of it when even the end of the world will not end this series.
The flock, which used to be the heart of the books, is hardly there at all. They pop in, say one or two lines, then vanish for another twenty chapters. The needlessly thrown in love triangles, these books have tried everything to remain relevant. I loved them once, and while nostalgia may still be enough for some readers, I cannot say that this book is good. It’s a husk of what it once was. The ending ties up similarly to Mockingjay, feeling rushed and weak. I can’t imagine why it would be rushed because no one was waiting for this book. It was meant to be over.
Series should be allowed to die with dignity. Harry Potter knew when to end, but Maximum Ride is parading it’s already decaying corpse down the aisles of bookstores hoping someone will still think it’s relevant. If you’re a fan of the series it’s hard to resist picking it up, but it’s sad to see something so far out of it’s glory days continue when it should have been put out to pasture long ago.