Obsidio (The Illuminae Files, #3) by Jay Kristoff & Amie Kaufman


Kady, Ezra, Hanna, and Nik narrowly escaped with their lives from the attacks on Heimdall station and now find themselves crammed with 2,000 refugees on the container ship, Mao. With the jump station destroyed and their resources scarce, the only option is to return to Kerenza—but who knows what they’ll find seven months after the invasion?

Meanwhile, Kady’s cousin, Asha, survived the initial BeiTech assault and has joined Kerenza’s ragtag underground resistance. When Rhys—an old flame from Asha’s past—reappears on Kerenza, the two find themselves on opposite sides of the conflict.

With time running out, a final battle will be waged on land and in space, heroes will fall, and hearts will be broken.

RATING: 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

My feelings and I… we have been through a lot…

You know when you finish a really good series and you feel like you’re intruding, but on the entire universe so there isn’t really anywhere for you to leave,you’re just stranded in the void? It’s like your body isn’t even yours and your existence isn’t “there”, as though you’re the imposter in this body that you’re occupying?

I guess this is what happens when you spend so much time escaping in books that it takes you even longer to get ready to exist once it’s all over.

“It’s hard to imagine, but even amid so much violence and chaos and loss, somehow the universe sometimes still manages to look beautiful.”

The unifying reading experience for this series is turning into a hungry, sleep-deprived creature of the night that subsists on fantasy, pizza, and angst. It’s hours-long stress-fueled logic puzzle extravaganza of future-hinging doom kind of experience. I was so exhausted from my heart leading me on this emotional roller coaster and my brain just unsuccessfully trying to take back control. This was truly a wild ride, I’ve had actual heart palpitations in moments where I understood a line of foreshadowing so well that I had to put down the book, stand up and walk around the room saying “shit shit shit shit” repeatedly until I was composed enough to go back. I was basically Steve Harrington from Stranger Things standing in the Byers kitchen with a dish towel on his shoulder and his hands on his hips telling everyone they will stay here and be safe or else. And I might be physically over this book but I think I’m spiritually still pretty much in the thick of it.

On another note, I couldn’t help but find that this book, in many ways, was a lot reminiscent of recent events, particularly teenagers mobilizing for gun control in America. The characters in this book have also witnessed the deaths of their loved ones and when they were making active efforts to bring significant changes, their inputs were continuously disparaged and largely ignored, all under the pretext of their young age despite the fact that they made the most sense. I love how this book was firmly stating that your voice is important, regardless of how old you are. That you should never halfway your opinion. You should never back-pedal and soften it up and cater to everyone else. You’ll catch hate either way. Because few in this world love truth, and fewer still are fond of things like justice and righteousness. Fighting against the windmills of adversity is a hard battle but one that must be fought. So be wonderfully passionate about what’s right. You may be just a drop in this ocean and then you’re gone, but make it count. Stand up for something and always keep daring the world.

Though humans are trained to believe that stories should have happy endings—that the good win the day and the bad meet their downfall—there are a number of problems with that equation today.
The good are outmanned, outgunned, outclassed.
And many of the bad never asked to be here in the first place.

The characters.

I want to be the amalgamation of ever single character in this book, because living vicariously through them so I can forget that I am supposed to be a functioning member of society is no longer able to sustain me. Actually, if I could just ride a spaceship, it wouldn’t even matter if anyone loved me or not.

I love these characters more than most real people. There’s just literally nothing in the world that could compare to found family storylines. Choosing your family, who you want to love and heal with, who you believe in and viciously defend. Fighting side by side and trusting each other completely. Trying to protect each other. The casual banter in the middle of a fight. The inside jokes. The teamwork. Getting uncontrollably angry if tone of you gets hurt. Celebrating together when you’re victorious. Forming those lasting bonds on your own is such a compelling narrative and I just [clenches fist] really fucking love it.

As much as I love all the characters, AIDAN is absolutely my favorite. Not only is he so relatable because there isn’t any practical reason for an AI to be monologuing in existential dread, yet here we are but also, love may be so scary and artificial, what I feel for AIDAN is the realest emotion I’ve ever felt and I’m ready to drown in it. If you really think that because I am a grown ass person, I will not cry my eyes out because of a murderous pschopathic giant calculator, well you are hugely mistaken.


Lastly, I would just like to take a moment to appreciate the amount of detail that went into creating these books. I am honestly in a constant state of awe at the ingenuity of the authors and at the way they’ve succeeded to bring back this series to life with a flash of brilliance. Truly an unforgettable journey.

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