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237 pages, Hardcover
First published February 19, 2013
I can’t lose Annie because I wanted to dance and kiss James. How could I have been so stupid and selfish? Everything was already screwed up; we were already in trouble. I can’t believe I did this. I did this. Again. How many times will Annie have to see her own death because of me?
I know I won’t be able to kill him.Because he motherfucking helped a puppy.
He’s still helping the puppy, untangling the leash from a tree outside the bar. And he’s not only setting it free, he’s talking to it.He's setting the little puppy free from where its leash got tangled, and by doing so, Dumber, I mean, Fia, can't bring it in her cold steel assassin motherfucking heart to kill him. He's ruined her plans because he helped a motherfucking puppy. What in the actual fucking name of incompetent moronic idiocy is this shit? And need I remind you of what's going to happen if she doesn't kill him? Her sister is going to get fucking killed by the organization holding her hostage.
His long fingers deftly untwist and unwind and undo my entire day, my entire life. Because if he doesn’t die today, Annie will, and that is one death I cannot have on my conscience.
That dumb dog has killed us all.No, it hasn't. You've killed "us all," Fia. You had one fucking job, to kill that boy, and you couldn't do it because of a cute motherfucking dog.
He shifts uncomfortably, eyes on the road. “I might have overdosed you. Just a little. I needed to think.�Clearly, along with her inability to do her fucking job, Fia has to get her priorities straight. Here is a girl who's been raised in a psychic school who's been trained to be deadly for years, who's had her sister taken hostage, whose parents died under mysterious circumstances, who knows better than to trust anyone, suddenly fucking trusts a guy who:
Hmm. He drugged me. That’s interesting. I felt like I was safe with him. I still do.
I should be terrified. I should turn around and go anywhere else. I should curl up in a ball and cry. Instead, I think about everything in the whole entire world that makes me angry—there is a lot, oh, there is a lot—and I start singing Justin Bieber at the top of my lungs.Clearly, she just needs somebody to love (I need somebody, I, I need somebody...).
And Fia—oh, Fia, you are so beautiful it makes my heart hurt—is in the middle of it all, slamming her body, moving and swaying and dancing to the beat in a way that no one else can. Her eyes are closed and her arm is raised.She sings.
“Drugs, drugs, drugs, I want some drugs,� I sing, dancing out of the bathroom and into my living room.There could be terrorists threatening her life, it doesn't really matter because if Fia dances and sings, they'll all go away. Dance dance. Sing. Sing. Sing.
Crazy crazy. And I don’t care. I skip down the wide, empty hallway, singing at the top of my lungs. I know I’m not free yet, but I feel like I am.
How could she want him dead? Did she want me to do it? How could she set me up for that?And instead of trusting her sister and telling her the reason (and it's a legit reason) why she wanted Adam dead: Hint: he's dangerous! Annie just keeps it all to herself and allows her sister to think that she's just a vindictive bitch who just wanted to kill a cute sad-eyed boy for fun.
I don’t know her at all. All these years, all these things I’ve done, all these things I’ve become to keep her happy, to keep her safe. I don’t know her. I tap tap tap Annie’s betrayal onto my leg.
Adam was a threat. A huge, massive, all-consuming threat.Such communication. What love. Much wow. Sisters much? This book was a mess. The ending. Fuck that ending. Why did I even read this book?
“It was bigger than us. It is bigger than us. I wasn’t doing it for me. Or even for Fia. I was doing it so Fia wouldn’t happen to a thousand other girls.�
Repetitions. Fia fucking loves them.
Some sort of accident.
Some sort of accident.
Some sort of accident.
Something is wrong.Did I mention she loves repetitions?
It’s wrong wrong wrong WRONG WRONG WRONG! I need to find Annie.
(Control, control, control. Control got Clarice killed.)Yep. She loves repetition.
(Control didn’t get Clarice killed. I killed Clarice.)
Annie is safe.I GET THE FUCKING POINT.
Annie is safe. Annie is safe. Annie is safe. Annie is safe. Annie is safe. Annie is safe. Annie is safe. Annie is safe.Annie is safe. Annie is safe. Annie is safe. Annie is safe.
"I have no idea. My plans changed about five minutes ago." I look over my shoulder to see the men, three (tap tap tap - I hate the number three), thick shoulders, one gun between them based on the way the guy in the middle is walking (that was a mistake, they should all have guns - guess they'll find out) matching our pace and getting closer.
I hate stun guns, I hate them so much. LET GO OF MY RIBS.
I tap my fingers(tap tap tap them) nervously against my jeans.Page 3
He is too-big ears and too-big smile and too-big eyes and (too-big too-big too-big) too real for me to end.Page 4
The instant his eyes meet mine(gray, he has gray eyes, I would have closed his gray eyes forever), I know I have him as far north as I need to go, and after that I will figure it out.Page 5
He smiles. (His gray eyes, they will haunt me forever with what I would have done-what I still could do-what I still should do-oh, Annie, have you already seen this? Did you know when I left that I'd kill us both?)Page 6
Because I'm going against Keane(oh no, oh no, they will kill us both)and I need to know as much as I can to try and fix it.Page 7
I look over my shoulder to see the men, three(tap tap tap-I hate the number three), thick shoulders, one gun between them based on the way the guy in the middle is walking(that was a mistake, they should all have guns-guess they'll find out), matching ouur pace and getting closer.Page 10
Tap tap tap I need to tap tap tap I need to get out of this car.Page 39
I sit up(it hurts, it hurts, my body hurts) and grab her hand in mine.Page 88
There are no boys here. Not teenagers, anyways. Only men. With weapons. (It hurts, it hurts, my body hurts.)Page 89
I simultaneously want to kiss him and to get as far away from him as possible. He feels wrong, he feels dangerous; my heart speeds up the same way for him that it did for the stun guns.Page 89
Because I'm too young for you? Because you're an evil manipulative monster and I know it?Page 118
We're touching, touching everywhere and it's wrong it's wrong it's wrong but right right now and I close my eyes and his lips are even better at dulling than the drinks or the music.Page 120
Some sort of accident.Page 129
Some sort of accident.
Some sort of accident.
It's wrong wrong wrong WRONG WRONG WRONG!Page 131
If Clarice is dead, she can't be there when Annie gets shot.Page 133
That can't happen now.
It won't happen now.
Annie is safe.
Annie is safe. Annie is safe. Annie is safe. Annie is safe. Annie is safe. Annie is safe. Annie is safe. Annie is safe. Annie is safe. Annie is safe. Annie is safe. Annie is safe.
He flirts shamelessly with everyone. The Readers whisper that he think constantly about sex. Eden says he reeks of lust. I don't want him in the room. I don't want him around my baby sister.Page 148
Kill them kill them-wait. Annie. If I'm gone, Annie's not safe. What if James is with me? What if he can't tell them that I was taken, that I didn't run? Oh, no, Annie. Annie!Page 156
Cole has a slight limp(I wonder where my knife went; I liked that knife).Page 158
(Can't tap tap tap my hand-I don't want to add another tap but I will;if it saves Annie, I will.)Page 160
(Control, control, control. Control got Clarice killed.)Page 161
(Control didn't get Clarice killed. I killed Clarice.)
I steal a phone out of someone's pocket(I feel like I should have a phone).Page 195
I can see the person he thinks I am when he looks at me-this wonder, this strong and brave and strange girl. He is half in love with the idea of me, and if I stayed....Page 196
Fia: "You use me."Page 198
James: "I-yes. I use you. I need to use you.
"Should I call Eden to meet us?" he asks, pulling off his shirt(I love I love I love it when he does this).Page 206
"Emilia,"I say, and he takes my hand(he shouldn't touch my hand) and brings it to his lips.Page 208
I do not move, will not move, not ever. Right, right, right. I will make this feel right.Page 210
I'm his. It's such a relief to be someone's, to not have to be my own(to not have to be Annie's-don't think about Annie, not tonight, especially not tonight).Page 210
And she is wrapped around-wrapped around-wrapped around James, my James, and she is laughing and her hands(not my hands, not my horrible hands) are in his hair and she is whispering in his ear.Page 211
Love, love, love.Page 211
Love.
"Fia" he calls, pulling me away from Eden (soft Eden, untrained Eden, Eden with all her soft parts that I could hurt, hurt, hurt-no, don't think about it, get away from Eden, don't let her feel it).Page 211-212
He is smiling and driving, and I wish I were driving. I would drive us off a cliff. No I wouldn't. (Maybe I would. I am so stupid, I am sick with the stupidness of me.Page 212
He is beautiful and he thinks I am beautiful and everything about him is slick and predatory-and he wants me.Page 213
He is wrong and I should not encourage him, I should leave right now and find James. This is not safe. (There are too many bodies, several of the tall, broad guys around us are obviously with him. I am outnumbered; it is dark; he thinks I am very young and very helpless and only one of those is true.)
He does not like James. He hates him. I noticed on the beach, but I was distracted by James claiming me. Not claiming me. Using me. Keeping me away from Rafael.
I smile and raise my arms over my head, dance closer to Rafael. He hates James. He is dangerous. I let him put his hands on hips and twist my body against his. Because he is not James.
"We were just talking about you."Page 227
"I'm sure you were." (Freestanding chair still next to the window, which is not plate glass nor does it have mesh wiring in it to prevent shattering.)
And guess what? It only requires 4 easy steps!
1). Don’t bother thinking up an original plot. Nobody will notice it’s just a cheap fan-fiction anyway.I mean really� why go through all the work when there are thousands of other books you can just
2). Write as quickly as you can, and cover up your crappy writing with some lame “character-related� excuse. nobody will notice anyway.(No really� I heard somewhere that the first draft of this book was written in nine days! Whether that’s true or not, nine days if way to fast to write a good 200+ page book � not even by a longshot!)
The writing throughout the story really annoyed me (surprise, surprise)! It’s told through the POV of both Fia and Annie; but honestly I couldn’t tell either of them apart - they both sounded so similar, it was almost impossible to distinguish them apart.
And the flashbacks? They were completely pointless, and I loathed them. To be honest, they confused me out of my mind. From what I understand, the flashbacks are supposed to show what a “hard life� Fia and Annie have had, but they did exactly the opposite. They confused me so much � I lost count of what point each flashback was occurring during, making it awfully hard for me to make a chronological map of the story in my head to help me keep track of the story.
Okay, let me give you a sample of the beautiful (*snorts*) writing in this book:
“I have no idea. My plans changed about five minutes ago.� I look over my shoulder to see the men, three (tap tap tap � I hate the number three), thick shoulders, one gun between them based on the way the guy in the middle is walking (that was a mistake, they should all have guns � guess they’ll find out) matching our pace and getting closer.Honestly, do I really need to explain what I think is wrong with the paragraphs above?
“Okay,� I say, closing my eyelids because they are heavy, heavy, heavy.
I know how to twist it just so to pop-pop-pop it right out of the socket.
3). Characterization?
4). Make a really interesting futuristic world, but don’t bother to explain how it worksI think this should be a�
…sort of thing for authors, but if your story is a dystopian, you NEED to explain the world you’ve created! Really � it’s not that hard. YOU created the world, so you can do whatever you want with it.
The thing is, Kiersten White never explained how her world formed. She never explained what caused America to so drastically change; what happened to the government, or how these kids even got these superpowers! It’s like she thinks it’s supposed to be obvious, but it’s not. Because she never told us a darn thing about her world.
And that really confused me.
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All in all, I wouldn’t really recommend this to anyone; everything was just so messy, sloppy, and unorganized, and it really showed throughout the story.
1.5/5 �
The writing
The characters
Overall
"He's still helping the puppy, untangling the leash from a tree its owner tied it to outside the bar. And he's not only setting it free, he's talking to it. I can't hear the words but I can see in the puppy's tail that, however he's talking, he's talking just right, all tender sweet cheerful comfort as his long fingers deftly untwist and unwind and undo my entire day, my entire life."
"Oh no. Oh no, oh no. I didn't do it. I didn't kill Adam. He's sitting next to me, driving (I let him drive? Why did I let him drive?) and very much alive."