Review of: Winter, by Marissa Meyer 4.5 stars
Having loved the first three books in Marissa Meyers Lunar Chronicles series, I was extremely excited to be sent Winter, the latest and (unfortunately) final book in the series to review for Wordery.
Winter’s publication was hard to miss, with its whopping 832 pages, its unarguably beautiful cover and its huge internet following. One of the first things that I want to credit Meyer for is her ability to draw her readers back into the story almost instantly – I am not one of those people who re-read a whole series in order to remind themselves of what has happened before the next book comes out, instead I hope that the author is a good enough writer to write the first books well enough that I would remember the major plot points and the next book well enough that I am reminded of the important things that didn’t remember. Meyer was more than a good enough writer. It took me only a couple of chapters before I was right back in the world of the series, rooting for Cinder in the war against the Lunar Queen, despite having read the previous book, Cress, almost two years beforehand.
I loved the way that having focused on introducing and developing the relationships of a different couple in each book (as well as of each character’s personalities in their own right), Meyer was able to have four separate couples interacting over the course of Winter without it becoming overly confusing. Even without the romance and the wider plot, I think that successfully writing eight different protagonists was an impressive feat. However, the balance between characters wasn’t perfect, with some of the eight disappearing completely at points. Some new characters introduced in Winter were also a little hard to place at times, with a few who-is-that-again moments during the middle of the book.
Of course the book wasn’t perfect - there were moments that were extremely predictable, there were frustrating times where a member of the group went missing or was kidnapped only for someone else to get into trouble as soon as the first person was saved, and there was, for a novel in which a war takes place, an unrealistically small amount of loss. However, none of these things outweigh the sheer tension, excitement and enjoyment that Winter creates. Therefore, though the sheer size of the book prevented me from my normal routine of ploughing through the whole thing in one or two sittings, each time I returned to Winter I was excited to see what was going to happen next and each time I had to stop reading, I forcde myself to put the book down. So if you haven’t yet read Winter (or even Cinder, the first book in the series), go out and find a copy and you will not be disappointed.