Title: A Million Suns
Author: Beth Revis
Godspeed was once fueled by lies. Now it is ruled by chaos. It’s been three months. In that time, Amy has learned to hide who she is. Elder is trying to be the leader he’s always wanted to be. But as the ship gets more and more out of control, only one thing is certain: They have to get off the ship.
[If you haven’t read Across the Universe, spoilers ahead!]
Mutiny is beginning aboard Godspeed as the citizens are taken off Phydus, Elder becomes Eldest, and Amy begins unlocking the secrets of the ship. As the stress and tension within the ship begins to grow, Elder becomes even more desperate to try to land the ship, if only they were there…
I found this book just as addicting as the last. Unlike the first book though, I was hooked from page one. The book was exciting, filled with action, and the romance part was present too~ More secrets lie within Godspeed and they bring both Amy and Elder much surprise and happiness but a fair amount of loss as well.
Most series, the second book is where the love interest disappears, or the world stops turning ’cause of some insane plot twist that you rage quit and toss the book out of the window. However, with this book, since there’s no where, really, to hide, neither Amy nor Elder disappear, and seeing as their on the ship, the world won’t stop turning. That’s not to say that there aren’t some insane secrets/plot twists in the book, but they’re good insane secrets/plot twists. This book, as a sequel, I actually enjoyed more than the first novel. Since it was fast-paced, ensuring that the plot actually WENT somewhere, the book was more interesting, more addicting, more EVERYTHING (except bad).
A captivating sequel, this novel will leave you at the edge of your seat, wishing that 2013 would come already so you can dig into the final novel.
World Building: 5/5
GoodReads Rating: 4.13/5
“But Amy,” Elder says. “Space suits!”
-Elder (haha, he was like a little kid on Christmas morning /cute.)
Well, sometimes home is a person.
Love without choice isn’t love at all.
I feel alone. I don’t mean i feel lonely; I mean i feel alone, the same way i feel the blanket resting on my body, or the feathers of my pillow under my head, or the tight string of my sleep pants twisted up around my waist. I feel alone as if it were an actual thing, seeping throughout this whole level like mist blanketing a field, reaching into all the hidden corners of my room and finding nothing living but me. It’s a cold sort of feeling, this.