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373 pages, Hardcover
First published April 26, 2012
"My name is Mia Price, and I am a lightning addict." p. 2, ARC
Let me tell you what I thought about Struck:
**Jeremy. Mia's crush/friend/romantic interest. She notices him lurking around in the beginning and is instantly attracted to him, although she doesn't really know why. Their relationship develops over the course of the book and progresses to a bit of a romance at the end. Jeremy's character is full of mystery and he never stopped surprising me the entire way through the book. A great many of my WHOA moments are scenes involving this guy!
**Secondary cast. Great characterization among the secondary cast and the extras. There is Parker, Mia's brother, who struggles with where his allegiances should lie when the world supposedly ends. There is Mia's Mom who struggles with the mental after-effects of being trapped in the rubble of a collapsed building for an extended amount of time after the first big storm - Mom is unable to cope with reality and therefore can't really function on her own; she relies on Mia and Parker to take care of her. There is Katrina, a Seeker - they believe they will save LA/the world from the Followers and the false teachings of the Prophet. I felt a connection with each of these characters and loved what they added to the story.
Struck will appeal to fans of:
Post-apocalyptic genre
Amazing world-building
Strong characterization (including awesome secondary characters!)
Action-driven stories
No love triangle
Standalones!
Struck by Jennifer Bosworth will be released on May 8, 2012.
When he was gone, IÌýwent to Mom. IÌýwanted to hug her, too, even though IÌýknew she would be as rigid and unreÂsponÂsive as aÌýtwist of wood. But more than that, IÌýwanted to grab her by the shoulÂders and shake her and demand she come back to us. We needed her.
I should have been the glue holdÂing us together, but apparÂently IÌýwasn’t sticky enough.
A group of boys with mean, feral eyes and dirty skin and clothes sorÂrounded aÌýmuch smaller, weaker-looking kid. Oneo fÌýthe feral boys bent the smaller kid’s arm behind his back, and another jabbed aÌýfist into his kidÂney. The kid cried outÌýagain. [..]
The feral boys released the kid and shoved him away. He stagÂgered and grabbed the flagÂpoke to staÂbiÂlize himÂself. Tears leaked from his eyes and he wiped at them angrily with his sleeve.
Parker [her younger brother]‘s paralÂyÂsis broke, and he started toward the attackÂers. IÌýgrabbed himÌýback.
“No,â€� IÌýtold him firmly.
Parker’s eyes were livid. “They can’t get away withÌýit.â€�
“They already did.� [..]
Parker wrenched away from me, and for aÌýsecÂond IÌýthought he would go after the pack. But he had acted too late. They were already gone.
My brother rounded on me. “I could have done something.�
“You could have gotÂten your ass kicked.â€�
“BetÂter than standÂing here watchÂing!â€� His voice was risÂing, so IÌýforced myself to sound calm even though IÌýfelt like IÌýwas boilÂing on the inside.
“What do you think would hapÂpen if you came home from school batÂtered and bruised? Mom would go into free fall. Think about it, Parker. Think aboutÌýher.â€�
Parker glared at me. “Mom’s not the only one in the world who needsÌýhelp.â€�