You know when you hit that point where you're getting close to bedtime, but you've only got a few chapters left, so you might as well push through? Yeah, I hit that point. I read well past my bedtime because I didn't want to lose the momentum, the emotions that were building up. I knew that if I finished the book the next day that it wouldn't feel as powerful as it did reading by lamplight, snuggled under the covers, white-knuckling the cover with both hands. 
 That left me with just one problem. THAT ENDING!! Do you have any idea how hard it was to go to sleep after finishing that last page?! Uuuuuggggghhhhhh. I think it's safe to say that after six books, I'm fairly invested in the series. I've committed to following it right through to the end, no matter the outcome. There was never a guarantee that all these characters would make it to the end, and I'm oddly content with that. I mean, this is WAR, and war doesn't happen without casualties. It would be an insult to portray it any other way. Having said that, I'm absolutely terrified for all my favorite characters! Please don't kill John! Or Sam... or Six or Nine... or...Adam... I'm doomed. They're all going to die, aren't they. 
 The final book promises to be epic. This war is no longer being fought in the background, hidden from the eyes of humanity. Now it's on a global scale. New characters are being introduced left, right and center. Isn't it a little late in the series to make me learn new names? I really hope they're not being introduced as fodder for the war, unnamed casualties. 
 I can't recommend this series enough. It has kept me reeling from book one, page one, and I remain a devoted, die-hard fan, through thick and thin, to the bitter end.