Red Rising is a best seller and I would like to thank Pierce Brown for writing such a great book. I think everyone could learn something from it.
It is written about a boy who is at the age of 16, but that’s not all. While we get to know Darrow—the main character—we also get to know a society from the poorest to the richest. In this book, the different layers of society are in separate casts, and the writer pulled an incredible trick. The different casts have differently built societies, for example, the Red cast lives in clans and big family sections. The Golds live in a society based on the Roman Empire. Some live like the Vikings and so on.
Also, I think the audience of this book can be anywhere from age 16—anywhere, as the main character is 16, but the book is about so much more that everyone can enjoy it. There is fighting, love, friendship, war, rebellion… and everything you can think of in this amassing story. And if this book is not enough—and I can say from experience it won’t be—there are 3 more books in this saga, and the fourth one is coming in September, with bigger and bigger problems and more amazing solutions that you could ever imagine, with twists you’d never think of (but if I want to be honest, isn’t that what twist are for?).
I would like to add a quote about how the book starts, just to show the seriousness of the book, but I like to say, some parts are as fun as some are serious
Excerpt from Red Rising:
I have lived in peace. But my enemies brought me war.
I watch twelve hundred of their strongest sons and daughters. Listening to a pitiless Golden man speaking between great marble pillars. Listening to the beast who brought the flames that gnaw at my heart.
“All men are not created equal”, he declares. Tall, imperious, an eagle of a man. “The weak have deceived you. They would say the meek should inherit the Earth. That the strong should nurture the gentle. This is a Noble Lie of Democracy. The cancer that poisoned mankind.”
His eyes pierce the gathered students. “You and I are Gold. We are the end of the evolutionary line. We tower above the flesh heap of man, shepherding the lesser Colors. You have inherited this legacy,” he paused, studying faces in the assembly. “But it is not free.”
“Power must be claimed. Wealth won. Rule, dominion, empire purchased with blood. You scarless children deserve nothing. You do not know pain. You scarless children deserve nothing. You do not know pain. You do not know what your forefathers sacrificed to place you on these heights. But soon, you will soon, we will teach you why Gold rules mankind. And I promise, of those among you, only those fit for power will survive.”
But I am no Gold. I am a Red.
He thinks men like me weak. He thinks me dumb, feeble, subhuman. I was not raised in palaces. I did not ride horses through meadows and eat meals of hummingbirds tongues. I was fored in the bowels of this hard world. Sharpened by heat. Strengthened by love.
He is wrong.
None of them will survive.
By Mark Torocsik