The Atlas Complex

It kinda hurts to write this, because The Atlas Complex was one of my most anticipated reads of this year. Unfortunately, the end to Olivie Blake's trilogy is a long, overly preachy, repetitive, albeit beautifully written conclusion to the six magical lives first introduced to us in 2020.

For the first 3/4 of this book, literally nothing happens. We jump from character to character, listening to their condescending inner monologue as they trudge around in circles...waiting. Waiting for what, exactly? Waiting for their shitty mentor to turn up & tell them what to do, to come home? Waiting for someone else to break their moody, pretentious silence between one another?

I love these characters. I still do. They are what Blake got so, so right in The Atlas Six, & they're still here in the Atlas Complex. Still the fucked up dysfunctional toxic little guys we all grew to love, but they're just NOT DOING ANYTHING.

I did finish this book (although I considered DNFing at least 7 times), & even the ending was preachy & boring. I don't know what else to say, except this book made me want to read the first one again, & then stop myself from waiting & pining over this book's release.

Ah well, onto the next!