The problem with the 'Lorien Legacies' is that Pittacus Lore (or whoever is actually writing the book--I don't care enough to waste the two minutes it would take to look it up) is clearly trying WAY TOO HARD to be the next epic fantasy series. It's so obvious that this series is attempting to rival such series as Harry Potter and the Twilight Saga. The mythology of this series is extensive and detailed, but it just feels cheap and fails to connect it back to reality. Part of the charm of the Harry Potter and Twilight series (both of which I've read) is that the separate fantasy world either exist alongside the human or 'mundane' world (the one in which you and I currently live) or are incorporated into our world as an alternative, coexisting universe. I have a hard time buying into any of this Lorien bull. Sometimes it just seems devoid of any class or romance. Actually, that's exactly the word I'm looking for: Romance. There is nothing that's romantic or enticing about this series. As I read, I find myself thinking, "I'm not intrigued by this mythology and have no desire to live in this world." Of course, this is just the opinion of one person.
I read the first book of this series and was semi-impressed. Obviously my interest was piqued enough to read the second, but if it's weren't for the last 30 (approx.) pages I'd hate myself for wasting the time spent reading it. The first 75% of The Power of Six has ABSOLUTELY NO DIRECTION. John, Six and Sam are just meandering around the west coast in a perpetual state of paranoia. Every time there's imminent danger or an actual attack by Mogs (which in no way shape or form rolls off the tongue smoothly and I find myself sounding stupid even saying it in my head) you know that they'll get out of each sticky situation unscathed and--worse yet--having learned NOTHING from the countless mistakes made. John's character has become increasingly intolerable; I don't care how much he thinks he's in love with Sarah (even though he admits to loving Six too, yet he leaves her high and dry to fight off a small swarm of Mogs on her own), in what universe would it be worth the risk of putting not only yourself in mortal danger, but also your alleged best friend and other love interest. It just makes no sense. Some of the plot devices in this book are so forced and irrational that it becomes entirely too obviously that they're there merely to generate tension and suspense. There's little to nothing authentic about this book.
As I mentioned, the last 30 or so pages of the book redeem it from the rest, but only marginally. The climax unfolds rather smoothly, simultaneously following John and Sam as they infiltrate the Mogs' mountain lair in West Virginia while Six heads to Spain to save Seven (Marina) from her own Mog problems. Just like in the first book, one the action starts, it's non-stop until the end and becomes quite a page turned. Even so, a pretty entertaining ending hardly redeems the book for 150 pages of garbage.
Mr. Pittacus Lore (or whoever you are), I'm unimpressed. If I read your third and final installment (which is unlikely after being so highly disappointed by your pretentious efforts thus far), you had better step up your game. It's no wonder at all why the makers of the I Am Number Four movie seem to have decided not to pursue adapting the remaining books to film.