This is book three of The Wayward Pines Trilogy.
Okay, so, the first book of the series, Pines, was all Twin Peaks mystery.
The second book of the series, Wayward, was all about understanding the whys and hows and terms the mystery of the first book.
This book, again continued just after the previous book ended, is a mad dash through the horror of the mystery, through death, through being human in a horror situation, and through the choices we make.
One of the subplots hit particularly close to home. I appreciated that.
Turns out, I enjoyed this book as much as the previous book in the series, finishing book two, and starting and finishing book three, this one, all in one day. While attending school during the day.
I enjoyed the series. Unsure I want to spoil them by watching the television show...
When your world falls apart, cling to the familiar.
When your world falls apart, we head back to our comfort zone, which continues to shrink if we don't force the edges outward.
“In the world we came from, our existence was so easy. And so full of discontent because it was so easy. How do you find meaning when you’re one of seven billion? When food, clothing, everything you need is just one Walmart away? When we numb our minds to sleep on all manner of screens and HD entertainment, the meaning of life, of our existence and purpose, becomes lost.”
It reminded him of the sickening, random way that fate and chance figured into battle—if you had stepped left instead of right, the bullet would have gone through your eye instead of your friend’s.
A world of chance, of randomness, is a very scary thing.
“I wish we lived in a world where actions were measured by the intentions behind them. But the truth is, they’re measured by their consequences.”
He also carried that whiff of unearned arrogance that seems to cling to those who crave authority for the sheer sake of power.
“Sometimes we have to do things we don’t want to.”
“Because they’re the right things.”
How did you help a boy come to terms with something like that when you could barely face it yourself?
Combat paralysis. When the total horror of the violence and the constant threat of death overwhelmed a soldier.
It’s a rush to keep company with someone who wields such power. Makes you feel better about yourself.
“Why are you up here?” she asked.
“I just told you.”
“No, I mean, is it because you can’t live with what you did? Or because you can’t be with her?”
“Because I can’t be with her. Look, I’m not going to stop loving her just because her husband’s around. That’s not the way the human heart works. I can’t just amputate what I feel."
Sometimes we find ourselves in situations that are so life and death, one or two strong leaders need to call the shots.
“We have to keep trying. Keep fighting.”
“Because that’s what we do.”