Rating: I can't even.
So I read Pandemonium awhile ago. Right when it came out actually. I won't lie to you guys, halfway into the book I was so distraught at what Lauren Oliver did, I skipped to the end. And was enraged. I'm still angry over the wtfuckery that was Pandemonium. I just want to know. Am I alone on this?
I loved Delirium. The lyrical, vivid writing. Alex. The dystopian society that considers love a disease. I mean, let's be honest, have you seen what people turn into when they're in love? Madness. The first book was amazing. Pandemonium, not so much.
How in the world could you go from grieving for a guy you claimed to be completely in love with and who sacrificed himself for you (Alex), to falling in love with a second guy you meet out in the wilderness (Julian). How does that make any sense?!
It doesn't. It just completely invalidates the relationship Lena had with Alex. It makes every thought, gesture, and words spoken on Lena's part seem...less. Less loyal, less real, less true, less everything. For God's sake you didn't even double check to see if he was dead. You didn't even see his dead body. You just assumed it. Why wouldn't you take 48 hours out of your measly life, for a guy you claim to love, to double check and make sure he's dead and doesn't need rescuing.
But really, let's cut her some slack. It's not like that's happened to her before. You know, where she thought someone close to her was dead only to find out later they were alive the whole time. Oh wait.
Anyways I'm so angry about Pandemonium, that I honestly don't think I can read the third one. Even if she ends up with Alex. It won't be the same. Lena showed her true weakness in this book, and it's one I can't overlook. I just want to know. Am I alone on this?