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256 pages, Hardcover
First published June 3, 2014
"I see more in you than you’ll ever know. You’re so special, so extraordinary."LIES! LIES!
“We’ll catch you, you stupid girl! You will die! Painfully and slowly!�My main complaint is the plot. It is ludicrously bad. There is no sense in the pacing. A good chunk of the book is devoted to absolutely nothing, while what should have been a core element of the plot was executed and completed in about 15% of the book. The plot meanders. It focuses on irrelevant things, and completely skips over the essential bits.
He told me that those who aren’t chosen will be slaughtered by an army.Sia only has 15 days to live, and so she's pretty limited to what she can do with her time. On her list:
A cyborg army.
4. Kiss a boy and fall in love.As Justin Bieber says, "never say never."
It sounds so stupid, but I want to meet a boy. I want my first kiss, and I want to fall in love. But nobody can meet someone and fall in love in fifteen days, right?
Wow.OH CRAP, RIGHT. We're in a dystopian novel, guys! We should probably move along with the...plot?
My knees actually wobble beneath me. My breath catches in my throat. All for such a small, insignificant gesture.
I saw something in you. Something more than I see in most. At 9am, meet me where you fell the first time we met. I will explain more when I see you.Sia breaks her promise to her father and sneaks away to meet Mace, because it's so completely safe to meet a strange gun-toting guy who lies about his name all alone, if he happens to be cute.
I thought he liked me. I thought he’d asked me to meet him because he liked me and wanted to get to know me. But now it seems as though I’m only here because he wants me to fight with some group he’s involved in.Apparently, the people in their sector aren't going to take the cyborg invasion lying down! They're going to start an army (with 24 people. Yes, I'm dead serious.). This grand army is going to train, they're going to work out, they're going to get into fantastic physical shape in order to BEAT THE CYBORGS!!!!!!!
The land is made up of only lush, green grass and red, yellow, and white flowers.Let's try this again. Time is of the essence, so they must...have a romantic swim in the lake. Um.
We stay on the hill for hours, enjoying the fresh air and staring at the beautiful landscape.
Mace holds my arm and spins me around so that we are face-to-face. My hands are still looped around his neck, my fingers brushing against the bottom of his hair. We’re inches apart.NEVER MIND. They have to learn how to be deadly killers! Yes, that's it!
“What are you trying to do?� Cass says. “Kill her with kisses?�Amidst all this snuggling, embracing, and kissing, Sia is actually trying to save the world. You see, she met someone, a girl named Lilly. Lilly was originally picked to go to the New World, but she refuses. Why?
“Because it’s an evil place, run by evil people,� she spits.It's evil. Not sure why the New World is evil, but you know, we just have to take the random-ass word of a random-ass stranger in order for something to be true.
I clear my throat. “My name is Lilly Tanner,� I say. “There has been a mistake. My family is in the New World, and I’ve been left behind in the sector.� Lilly’s eyes fill up and I look away from her.Maybe not.
“Oh you poor, poor dear!� The cheery voice returns, startling me. “You must be terrified, all alone in that place. Well, don’t you worry for one second, I will send out an aircraft to collect you."
I find a small separate room, deep in the lab, where the cyborgs are tested. Right where Finn said it would be. The door is locked: Restricted Access printed in bold type and underlined on the door.
“I’m Cain, Damien’s son.�No points for originality in naming.
Cass snarls and clears the distance between us in two quick steps. I duck as she lashes out at my face and my hands connect with her middle. I push her backward, but she doesn’t go far. Her face is red and she’s panting. Her hands whip out for my face again and I jump to the side. She screeches with frustration.The Background of the Setting: Generalized nonspecific dystopian nonsense. The setting is initially lazily built, told through an internalized story.
I think about what they’ll teach in history classes in the New World when all of this is over. I’m guessing they’ll start where we do—climate change and the reduction of the population and extinction of most of the world’s species. Then they’ll discuss how the people were spread out on what was left of the planet. And then how the sectors came about, to round everyone up and create communities where people could stay together, stay safe.The thing is that it just doesn't make any fucking sense. That is the limit of this book's backstory. Generalized war, disasters, blah blah blah. We don't know how many people are left in the world. We don't know how many sectors there are (and surely there must be so many since there are only 416 people in Sia's sector). The past is poorly built, the government completely unexplained, the system of the "Sectors" is merely limited to the fact that walls were built to protect people (or to keep people from getting out. Dun dun DUUUUUUUUN!). Why would people accept this?! How did people react?! How did this all happen in the first place in, presumably, 'Murica?! Wars? Tell me more. Climate catastrophes? Bullshit, unless this is in year 3000, and we don't know what the fuck year this is. This book is so utterly vague.
I run up and down the aisles, grabbing at anything, hardly glancing at what I am picking up. The shopping cart gets heavier and harder to push and I decide I’m done.And especially not when two people were fighting over a box of cereal in the next aisle when there are better pickings elsewhere.
The authorities murdered many of the citizens in the walled sectors, cutting the population down even more.It's crazy! And the book actually SAYS it's crazy, but then there's just no explanation for it, so that rather defeats the purpose, doesn't it?
But numbers aren’t their concern—quality is. The New World wants to start afresh: rebuild the world and do it better. They want to start again, take control, and make this world the very best that it can be.Not even the New World makes sense. They want useful people, productive people. People like...musicians.
"We were chosen,� she says, like it’s nothing. It means a lot to be chosen. It means you’re worth something. “My mom and dad are musicians. They’re really talented. My two younger sisters play, too.�With all due respect to musicians out there, sorry, but you guys are really useless when it comes to rebuilding a new world. This New World needs useful people, valuable people like scientists, engineers. Why the fuck did the New World choose MUSICIANS over DOCTORS?
I’m pitted against Cass. She’s fierce and never slows. I jump left and right, dodge her, and avoid what would have been some pretty nasty blows. I even get one in myself, winding her. I try not to smile when she doubles over, clutching her stomach.Sia is hated by evil Cass for no reason at all that I can see except to elicit sympathy for poor, sweet Sia.Sia has no emotion, even when her mother dies at the beginning of the story. Sia tells us that she screamed endlessly for her. That's it. No emotion, no pain, no true sense of grief.
I nod. “Thanks. For helping me, I mean. I don’t know what would have happened to me if you hadn’t been there.�Even out of nowhere, in the strange New World, ANOTHER boy appears out of thin air to rescue her. Why? She's special. Amazing.
He eases me back, feels for my face in the dark again, and brushes tangled hair out of my eyes. His touch is so gentle, so careful. “Would you like to go home instead?� he whispers.Deus ex fucking machina is the plot of this book.
The future world has been divided into sectors - each the same as the other. Surrounded by thick steel fences, there is no way in and no way out (�)
“The more I get to know you, the more I don’t want you to join us. I want to keep you safe.� My cheeks and the tips of my ears burn red-hot. (�)
I’m just glad he still wants to be around me. I find myself craving to be near him too. I want to be with Mace. I want to fight. I want to live.
Mace smiles. “Why the change of heart?�
“Yesterday, when the sector rebelled, I needed you. I don’t want to always need saving. If you’re going to fight for your life, why shouldn’t I? I guess I’m curious about what I can do other than stand there and let them kill me.�
“Training sessions are scheduled once a day. We have weapons � tools, baseball bats, knives (�) And we have a couple of guns, but not a lot of ammunition, so we’re selective about who will use them.�
It’s clear, from the amount of information he has, that Mace is high up in this group. Maybe even its leader. And he’s one of the few trusted with a gun. If his team knew he’d been firing it to scare off thieves a few days ago, what would they think? Still, I smile internally. He must care to risk using what little ammunition he had to save me even though he’d only just met me.
Mace rubs my arms. “You have no idea how happy it makes me that you want to live. I promise I will protect you.� Butterflies explode in my stomach, and I wrap my arms around him, molding my body with his.
"We can see it, but we'll never be able to reach it. So what's the point in looking at it and wanting it?
"I've wanted to kiss you like that since the first time I saw you."
"I push Mace (the love interest) out of the way, and the machine catches me instead."