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Lololol. I get to the "About the Author" page and read, "He also writes screenplays for motion pictures and television shows such as 'Animorphs' and 'Goosebumps.'" In other words, "brilliant literature." Yeah, I fucking believe it. I'm so glad it's over. This book would be in my hell.

The pseudoscience is strong in this one. Thank goodness I'm only a few pages away from being done.

FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK, SOMEONE GIVE THIS MAN A SCIENCE BOOK.

Oh, please. So since this has been a completely pointless and unrealistic journey, we'll try something for shock value? I believe this is a last ditch effort to get me to like this. It's not working.

I think I'm supposed to feel horrified. Why do I instead keep laughing? Oh, yes, because Blue Oyster Cult just got an awkward mention.

Oh, nice, an awkward and clichéd kissing scene.

I get the impression that Shusterman's unaware of the temporal lobe's importance in language. He tries to state otherwise / downplay it at some point, but the temporal lobe is actually responsible for a lot of verbal memory, as I understand. Sooo, yet another part of his story that's not been well-researched. Blech.

A lesson from "Unwind": Babies only eat. They never shit. How convenient!

Losing sympathy for these kids. If Shusterman thought bringing a baby into the mix would tug on my heartstrings, he's wrong. This is some amazingly illogical writing...

Like the characters. It's getting more unbelievable, though. Science/logic fail.