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 Dry and soggy at the same time, okay in places but only if you surrender yourself to very minimal enjoyment: that's this book, like overcooked meatloaf. I hate meatloaf, and I've only had it a couple of times (never again) but shit if that stuff isn't nasty. If it's the only edible substance available in the house, then fine, I'll take it and it'll fill me up, but don't expect me to enjoy it. 
 The best thing these books have going for them is the incredibly original biology and mythology of the revenants. It's really interesting. But if you dilute it with bullshit, then you end up with a lot of bullshit. I loved the first book, the second book was okay, but this one was so unbelievably mundane and expected that I just could not care. Of course Kate became a revenant. Of course they won the battle against the numa. Of course Jules was hopelessly in love with Kate even though she's not really that special or interesting. I never really got why everyone adored her so much in the first place; she's a good lass with a decent brain and a spunky streak, but I wouldn't lay down my life for her. I'd break a light sweat for her, maybe, but nothing more. 
 It's a passable ending to what should have been a great series. Just don't expect me to rate it higher when you Bury Your Gays. I'm not interested in another book where seas of straight people have happily ever afters and the only queer couple gets mangled in the meat grinder. Jean-Baptiste died in disgrace (I know everyone "forgave" him but there was nothing to forgive; they're all painfully immature if they think that difficult decisions like the one Jean-Baptiste made to protect his kindred amount to treason) and Gaspard is left alone and broken forever. Even Genevieve, who died too, died of her own volition. But Ambrose and Charlotte, Kate and Vincent, Kate's grandparents, and even fucking Arthur and Georgia will frolic away unharmed and live happily ever after. 
 I get it, kill your darlings. But this is a disturbing trope framed by disturbing context that's frighteningly common in media. And I get that something poignant needed to happen, but could we not have seen Jean-Baptiste reanimate again in a young man's body, and him and Gaspard leave Paris to sort through their shit? Even Charles, who was actually openly fraternizing with numa, got to go to Berlin and heal. But Jean-Baptiste dies and Gaspard is sad and alone and I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in reading about the eternal heartbreak and suffering of queer people, especially when all of the straights get to go home and rest up and live happily. Jesus, Vincent had his body burned and yet he managed to come back to life and live on, and yet Jean-Baptiste is gone forever. 
 I was not prepared for this and nor will I ever be. Keep your suffering gay storylines like 2657546 feet away from me.