When I cry – when I let myself cry – that’s who I cry for. I don’t cry for myself. I cry for the Cassie that’s gone.
I guess that I must have expected too much from this book, so it is way below my overhigh expectation. The writing isn’t bad, though. Rick is quite a genius to write in a brave girl’s perspective. Its funky and young and wild.
His head fell back against the wall, his mouth came open, and a terrible howl of anguish tumbled out and bounced from wall to wall and floor to ceiling and pounded against my ears.
Some of he parts were written awesomely. I haven’t read till a hundred pages but I’ve got lots of nice sentences already.
Maybe the last one to die will be killed by the last one alive.
It’s sci-fi thriller. Aliens.
Sometimes in my tent, late at night, I think I can hear the stars scraping against the sky. That’s how quiet it is.
However, its too quiet, too lonely. It’s like there’s only Cassie alone in this world. The scene of the story is similar to The 5th Article. But here is too lonely.
I haven’t finished the book because it’s tiring. It’s not boring. (Maybe a little bit). I’ll delay it till…I don’t know, someday?
3 out of 5 stars