In war, men lose what makes them great. Their creativity. Their wisdom. Their joy. All that's left is their utility. War is not monstrous for making corpses of men so much as it is for making machines of them. And woe to those who have no use in war except to feed the machines. 
 For the first time in my life, I feel like reading Danielle Steel. Because rose petals and stuff. 
 Because "Morning Star" has made me a complete mess and I feel like I need something really light to calm down now. 
 In Morning Star, an open rebellion is finally declared against the ruling class, and the trilogy comes to its finale. 
 There are heroes to love, and villains to hate. 
 The book is full of plot twists, poetical writing, philosophy, deeply layered characters, a rich alternative universe world and, of course, fancy battle scenes (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bzWS... - you are welcome). 
 It is dark and brutal and emotionally draining. 
 There were times when I read lines again and again to savior them and to remember them for life, and there were times when I just wanted to throw the book at a bloodydamn wall because I got so furious about something that happened in it. 
 There were times when I shed tears, and there were times when I laughed them. 
 The whole Red Rising series has left a long lasting impression in me, and I definitely recommend it, but make sure to have enough soul food, hot drinks, baby animals and tissues within reach before you start it.