Suddenly, the blue time falls in the middle of the day, freezing all the daylighters, and surprising the handful of Midnighters that live in Bixby, OK. The Midnighters desperately search for answers as the boundaries between the secret hour and regular time start to crumble, leading to all out hysteria and potential massacre.
Hrm. Just like with Specials, I felt like the third of this trilogy simply wasn’t as good as the first two. There were some things that I loved – the contrast of various friendships, for instance – but more that unsettled me. Westerfeld has a way of leaving the end of a trilogy ambiguous, unclosed, messy. I imagine it has to be done that way on purpose, because the endings of the other books are so neat and perfect, with just a hint of what will come in the next book but satisfying on their own. But the end of this trilogy leaves so many questions unanswered or unsolved, so many situations torn apart and messy. I want to know what happens to Rex in that weird half-state he’s currently living in. I want to know what happens to after Rex and Melissa’s separation, and how Jessica and Jonathan are going to deal with the time-contrast problems they’ll end up having with their relationship. It seems in the end only Dess is preserved from sadness. At least she’s kept whole.
On a brighter note, this book kept me laughing. There are so many goth jokes! I loved it!
Perhaps I would have liked it better had I waited longer between Touching Darkness and Blue Noon. I think reading them so close together didn’t help. I burnt out a little, and this third one felt too fast. I plan to reread this one (slower) at some point, to wrap my head around everything better, but I still don’t like how torn apart everything gets. It’s funny, because in classic lit, or even most modern lit, it doesn’t bother me when things end messy or sad or hopeless, but when I read these books, I almost expect a happy or at least hopeful ending. At the end of these trilogies, I just don’t get that. That’s not to take anything away from Westerfeld’s writing, however. In some ways I respect him more for not shying away from the challenge of ambiguous, difficult endings. But at the same time, I couldn’t help but to want everything to end up not just saved, but well.