June and Day arrive in Vegas just as the unthinkable happens: the Elector Primo dies, and his son Anden takes his place. With the Republic edging closer to chaos, the two join a group of Patriot rebels eager to help Day rescue his brother and offer passage to the Colonies. They have only one request—June and Day must assassinate the new Elector. It’s their chance to change the nation, to give voice to a people silenced for too long.
But as June realizes this Elector is nothing like his father, she’s haunted by the choice ahead. What if Anden is a new beginning? What if revolution must be more than loss and vengeance, anger and blood—what if the Patriots are wrong?
In this highly-anticipated sequel, Lu delivers a breathtaking thriller with high stakes and cinematic action.
I’ve mentioned this a few times on the blog, how I’ve known Marie forever since I was a preteen just entering into the world of the Internet. Marie was (and still is) one of my favorite artists that have ever lived. I have always looked up to Marie and meeting her was the best day I’ve ever had, a true dream come true. And finally Marie has been published, I jumped for joy when I learned of this because I knew Marie had spent years writing. One of the things she had written before Legend was called The Glass Sonata, which held one of the most beautiful boys I have even known, Day. Day has changed from one world to the next. In the Legend world, he is younger, kinder too maybe…but the one thing that has never changed is his unspeakable beauty. He stole my heart a long, long time ago. I even have this picture in my room….Confessions of a Fallen Angel by Marie Lu which is one of her pieces from 2006.
So take all of my already very deep feelings for this series and Day….and let’s talk about Prodigy.
Prodigy wrapped itself around my little heart in a flash. We meet the Elector’s son a bit more in this book, and he is a charmer. June still has all her charms, being the perfect soldier while trying to not put her foot in her mouth around Day. And Day. Oh, my, God, Day, the beautiful boy from the streets. June says it best here:
He is beauty, inside and out.
He is the silver lining in a world of darkness.
He is my light.
With just a word from him my soul is lifted because he is beauty and light. So content and happy and even giddy as we are off on another wild ride filled with action, emotion, danger, and every good thing you can want.
And then the end comes. I won’t say what happens. I will say that I didn’t see it coming in a million miles even knowing many people were having a big reaction to the end. And by the time I finally realized what was happening it was too late to stop. The tears followed freely and not the usually shedding of a few tears but a sobbing, use-up-all-the-tissues-in-the-house cry. I called my mom. After she was finally able to understand what I said she tried to console me by telling me “It isn’t real. It’s just a book.” But this is not just a book to me, this is the book that took my heart and smashed it against the ground and danced on the broken pieces.
This is the book that broke me.
And I don’t know how to put the pieces back together.