I don't know just didn't go off with this one. Such a shame since the other two were some of the best books Ive ever read. Still gave it to one of my friends though and I know he's gonna cry at the ending. He's gonna love this. But I don't ( )

I have read the first book in the trilogy and I don't understand the hype.
It's the story of a little girl, who is always in trouble.
It reminded me of the comments about the LotR movies. It is the story of a girl that goes from one place to another.
And for a "practical girl, with no imagination" Lyra is a damn good liar and story teller...
I think I'll read the other books, but only because I'm obsessed with collections and I already have them in my bookshelf.

I finished the second book. I think it was better than the first one, but it still feels too slow for a fantasy book.
It's starting to feel like LotR and HP7 all over again, but without the great world to save it. It's just a little girl and a (not so little) boy side kick (I actually think that Lyra is the sidekick in this book) walking around from one point to another while things happen to them.

And we don't even know what is their goal, or who are the bad guys... I'm starting to agreed with Luis Sepúlveda when the old man in "The old man that read love stories" said "He thought the author was quite right to make it clear from the outset who the bad ones were. That way you avoided misunderstanding and misplaced sympathy."
I feel Lyra's mother isn't a good person, but is her father the good guy? Or is he simply a lesser evil? I would be admired if in the end he was the bad guy, and considering all the other characters in the book he woul be a really bad guy!

But this is just my thoughts at the end of the second book, with the ending that doesn't say a thing and the monstrous cliff hanger for book three. ( )

Pullman writes quite well, he has a good imagination, and some of his imagery is memorable. But his imagination seems to me undisciplined: there’s not just one fantasy element here but many, a stack of different weirdnesses piled untidily on top of each other. As a general rule, I disapprove of fantasy that runs riot like that. Even Terry Pratchett has more discipline, and he writes comic fantasy in which it doesn’t matter so much.

Pullman’s characterization is good only when he concentrates. His main characters, Will and Lyra, are quite convincingly drawn and I came to care about them, but the other characters in the book, even quite important ones, are only sketched and don’t exist in any depth.

Although Will and Lyra are juveniles, this is a very serious adult story in which seriously bad things happen. It doesn’t make comfortable reading, and I’m really surprised that it became so popular.

I should perhaps mention that Pullman appears to be virulently anti-Christian. This isn’t a particular problem for me as I’m fairly anti-religious myself, but I was a bit startled by the strength of his feelings.

When I finished this trilogy, I was disgusted with the ending.

On a cosmic level, the right side wins. But, on a personal level, it seems that all the characters end up dead, unhappy, or no better off than they’d been at the start; and Will and Lyra in particular seem doomed to live unhappily ever after.

When you write fantasy, particularly with the sort of wide-open licence Pullman gives himself, you can have any sort of ending you want. If he gives us an ending no better than that, it’s because that’s the sort of ending he wants, which indicates that he and I are thoroughly incompatible. I don't expect I’ll ever read any of his other books, because plainly he has no intention of delivering the kind of book I want to read.

There are rarely happy endings in real life; but we experience real life whether we like it or not. We read fiction by choice, and I choose not to read fiction that allows me to emerge at the end feeling dismal and let down. Fiction is entertainment; if I’m not agreeably entertained, I don’t come back for more.

It’s admittedly difficult to imagine an ending for Will and Lyra of the form “… and so they lived happily ever after.” Neither of them was suited to be written off in such a quiet and peaceful way. Any happy ending for them would really require several more books to be written about their subsequent adventures. Indeed, even with the ending as written, I suspect that they got up to many unreported adventures after the end of the story.

The really unpleasant thing is that they were condemned to do so separately. Pullman contrived that they eventually fell in love with each other and were then almost immediately required (for bizarre reasons of cosmic expediency) never to see each other again. It might even have been preferable if one or both of them had died.

I was reminded of the story of John Lennon’s first meeting with Yoko Ono. He was at an avant-garde art exhibition, and one of the exhibits involved climbing up a ladder and peering through a magnifying glass at something. When he did so, what he saw was “Yes”. He was pleased that the message turned out to be positive, and sought to meet the artist.

With Pullman, I felt that I spent quite a long and weary time climbing the ladder, looked through the magnifying glass, and saw “No”. I feel no desire to meet the artist.

I had my own copies of these books, but I later got rid of them. This is not the sort of thing I want to reread. ( )

LOVE! The final book makes all the others worth the time. ( )

MASTERPIECE. There are so many deep ideas at play by the time this trilogy reaches its stunning conclusion. I thought I might not get as emotional rereading this book as an adult, but NOPE, it hurt just as a much as it did the first time. There is no way to get through this book without WEEPING (at multiple points in the story, might I add). Also… has there every been a children's series as concerned with death as this one?? ( )