This is going to be short because I cannot bring myself to care anymore. The stakes were high. I didn’t care. People died. I didn’t care. People lived. I didn’t care. One of the reasons I freaking hate Wendig’s third person present tense writing style is that it makes me feel distanced from the characters and the action, like I’m reading stage direction for a play I've never seen. I still think he’s a decent storyteller, but he’s just not my cuppa. And I’m glad my favorite characters made it out. But even more than that, I’m glad it’s over with.
Please, Powers That Be, don’t let this man write more Star Wars novels. My lifelong Star Wars obsession will compel me to buy them and read them, and that will most definitely propel me further down the path of the Dark Side.
Nobody really wants that.
I've already stated (twice? three times? more?) how much I freaking hate Wendig's writing style. I guess I should have taken a break between Life Debt and Empire's End because it is reeeeeeaaaaaaaally irritating me now. Especially when I come across sloppy crap like this:
She feels the ship drift downward, drifting as it goes.
It DRIFTED while it was DRIFTING. The DRIFT was so DRIFTY he had to say it TWICE in the SAME SENTENCE. YOU GUYS. THIS IS ME RIGHT NOW:
I have neither the energy nor the desire to review this in depth. My feelings for this book are much the same as my feelings for Aftermath. I still freaking hate Wendig’s writing style. I still like some of his original characters, and I still think they feel awkwardly shoehorned into the galaxy far, far away. And I still think he’s a decent storyteller in spite of his style not being my cuppa, and I still think maybe I’d enjoy this series more if it had nothing to do with Star Wars and wasn't written in third person present tense.
The only new impression Life Debt gave me is that Mister Bones is basically becoming the Jar Jar Binks of refurbished murder droids. I don’t remember him annoying me this much in Aftermath.