The Toll forms the final book in the Arc of Scythes trilogy, and boy does it live up to it's hype.
Shusterman had already set the bar high enough in the previous two installments, and this book simply capitalises on the exquisite storytelling to create an almost-perfect well rounded end. With a lot of things to praise and one minute fault, The Toll is really a tall piece of literature.
(Spoiler Alert) With Mid-Merica gone, and no sign of Rowan or Citra (or should we say Scythe Lucifer and Scythe Anastasia), this book finally philosophises on the human fallacy and delusional confidence in its ability to control the forces of nature. Yet another compelling image presented where Neil paints a picture of a world without death and the final resolution, where Scythes would be rendered obsolete, and my only complaint is that the resolution came a bit too soon.
What I really mean is, despite the ingenious idea of a new death order, the system devised does not essentially feel fair at its core. And for a novel that inherently talks of morality as a chief construction, the proposed system could have had a better mechanism.
What the system is, you really have to find out for yourself. And in the meantime, the magic that Shusterman spreads with this series makes it a remarkable read: not only as criticism to society but also just for the fun of it.