The Harvest by Chuck Wendig
I don’t know what the fuck it is about young adult dystopian literature trilogies and the first book showing so much promise, but by the end everything just kind of goes ppppptthhbbt. The Heartland Trilogy doesn’t end as shittily as it might have, but it still kind of left a sour taste in my mouth.
There’s the requisite deaths of favorite characters, and the bad guys coming to justice. It kind of Harry Pottered out.
I loved the arc of Wanda so much, that I almost didn’t give a shit about other characters. This became less about Cael and the Blight and the battle with the Empyrean, and more about what love and friendship means. I think the story just got too goddamn big by the end. I was nearly done, and I just felt like there was so much still to leave unsettled, that things got skipped over. Wendig kind of created this MASSIVE sprawling world, and then it just got way beyond him. It’s like going to Disneyland and spending the entire day in Tomorrowland. There’s a whole exciting other park out there! And yeah, this is pretty great, and I’m enjoying myself. But shit, man. You showed me the world, shining shimmering splendor and then pulled the rug out.
They both have codas that are fucking annoying as sin, showing us the surviving characters years in the future, with THEIR children, and giving us a kind of wink at what they’re going to get up to. Like the epilogue to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. It blocks future writers from playing with the characters, and decides all of their fates. And it’s a cheat. The ending resolves everything without a happier ever after. And it’s a strong goddamn ending. But that’s it. No more. So it’s unsatisfying.