The Last Star by Rick Yancey (Book #3 in The 5th Wave Series)
I am both thrilled and sad that I am reading the final book in Rick Yancey’s amazing trilogy! The first 2 books were fantastic, and I take comfort in the fact that I can at least expect a movie for each installment. For the record, I really liked the movie adaptation of The 5th Wave.
The Girl Who Could Fly
“Many years ago, when he was ten, her father had ridden a big yellow bus to the planetarium.
There the ceiling above him exploded into a million glimmering shards of light. His mouth dropped open. His small fingers clamped down on the edge of the wooden bench upon which he sat. Over his head, pinpricks of fire spun, pure as the day Earth emerged as a blackened, pockmarked rock, an average planet orbiting an average star at the edge of an average galaxy in a limitless universe.
The Big Dipper, Orion, Ursa Major. The droning monotone of the astronomer’s voice. The children’s faces lifted up, open mouths, unblinking eyes. And the boy feeling infinitesimally small beneath the immensity of that artificial sky.
He would not forget that day.
Years later, when his daughter was very young, she would run to him, pudgy toddler legs wobbling, solid arms lifted up, eyes burning with anticipation and joy, crying, Daddy, Daddy, stubby fingers spread wide, reaching for him, reaching for the sky. And she would leap a fearless launch into empty space, because he wasn’t just her father- he was Daddy. He would catch her, he would not let her fall.
Crying: Fly, Daddy, fly!
And she would go, rocketing towards the immensity of the unbounded sky, arms open to embrace the infinite, her head thrown back, rushing to that place where terror and wonder meet, her squeals the distilled hilarity of being weightless and free, of being safe in his arms, of being alive.
-The Last Star by Rick Yancey