While I found this book to be enjoyable on the whole, it was somewhat disappointing in execution. Where the first two books cover a lot of ground plot-wise, this book spends almost all of its time repetitiously belaboring the emotional aspects of every single incident. We are treated to declarative statement after declarative statement about the suffering, or the comradery, or the self-doubt, or the understanding, or the resolve of any act, interaction, or thought. It came off as exceedingly melodramatic, cringeworthy, and even more importantly, wholly unnecessary. This series is so given over to archetypes of absolute evil and inherent righteousness that to constantly name and recap the associated emotions with expository declarations was like putting brown sugar on top of your bowl of Lucky Charms… in a single word: gross. Someone should have given some feedback to the author and let him know that he could have cut this book down by 2/3’s simply by allowing the plot to move and editing out all the cheese. I really hope the next book see’s a return to moving the plot forward and not a continuation of all the aching overstated emotion of this installment.