Golden Son was a worthy successor to Red Rising. It, too, had a slow start, only here te start extends to the 50% mark of the book. After that, a slow and generic story picks up speed, originality, and its past characteristics. Even at its best though it’s still forced in a way that’s hard to describe: As if everything happened just because the author willed it that way, and may as well have happened completely differently without breaking any internal logic. The wooden language doesn’t help either. I felt there was a lot of unfulfilled potential in this book, and I’m not sure if I’m going to continue the series.