Connor, Risa, and Lev are running for their lives.
The Second Civil War was fought over reproductive rights. The chilling resolution: Life is inviolable from the moment of conception until age thirteen. Between the ages of thirteen and eighteen, however, parents can have their child “unwound,” whereby all of the child’s organs are transplanted into different donors, so life doesn’t technically end. Connor is too difficult for his parents to control. Risa, a ward of the state is not enough to be kept alive. And Lev is a tithe, a child conceived and raised to be unwound. Together, they may have a chance to escape and to survive.
Genre: Fantasy, Young Adult
Published by Little Brown (9.3.2013)
Hardcover, 419 pages
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Tana lives in a world where walled cities called Coldtowns exist. In them, quarantined monsters and humans mingle in a decadently bloody mix of predator and prey. The only problem is, once you pass through Coldtown’s gates, you can never leave.
One morning, after a perfectly ordinary party, Tana wakes up surrounded by corpses. The only other survivors of this massacre are her exasperatingly endearing ex-boyfriend, infected and on the edge, and a mysterious boy burdened with a terrible secret. Shaken and determined, Tana enters a race against the clock to save the three of them the only way she knows how: by going straight to the wicked, opulent heart of Coldtown itself.
I had very high hopes for this one. I DNFed White Cat, but I was hoping this would be nothing like it. And, because my book twin loved it, I thought I might too.
Unfortunately, that was not the case. I made it 105 pages before I had to give up. While I liked the idea of it, there was hardly anything happening and I was bored out of my mind. I couldn’t connect to the story and I didn’t give a crap about any of the characters. The prose was dry, and I feel like things were dragged out far too long. For example, there was about 4 or 5 straight pages of just Tana going into a store, getting clean clothes, and taking a shower. In excruciating detail, including what kind of touristy items the store was selling and what logos were on the t-shirts.
After a few moments, she forced herself to dry off as much as she could with the small towel and to step into her new clothes, tossing the old ones into the boutique bag. Without a bra, the thin fabric of her new dress showed the outline of her nipples, but she couldn’t bring herself to put on any piece of clothing she’d been wearing for the past thirty-odd hours, no matter how bare she looked.
First of all, I really don’t need to know what her nipples are doing. Second, I don’t need every single detail of mundane crap that has nothing to do with the plot. It’s unnecessary and doesn’t add anything to the story. After that, it went on to talk about what kind of makeup she was going to wear, her combing her hair and brushing her teeth, cleaning her boots, buying food. Who gives a damn?! I don’t care about that crap and I don’t want to read about it. I wanted to rip my hair out of my skull from sheer boredom.
I may give it another try later on down the road to see if it gets any better, but right now I just can’t force myself through it.