When it comes to fiction, I can often be harsh or dismissive. Every comment leads, inevitably, to a "but" somewhere; the action was good, but the tone was sexist. Good structure, but terrible metaphors. My epiphany with Red Rising was that I had nothing bad to say about it. I literally cannot say a bad thing about it. Borrowing heavily from all the heavy-hitters of our time - Star Wars, Harry Potter, Hunger Games, and even the inscrutable Dune at times - Red Rising delivers memorable characters, a world which oscillates ambiguously between old-empire and hi-tech, a sturdy structure, and a deftly-paced series of twists and turns. It is pulp, certainly; but it's hearty pulp, laying out tactical hijinks against a backdrop of lost love, imperial decay, and fomenting revolution. Whatever your tastes, I can very nearly guarantee you will not come away from this book disappointed. Read it before it becomes cool!
' “Promises are just chains," she rasps. "Both are meant for breaking.” '