I don’t always want to hunt down an author, throw myself into their arms, and angry sob. But when I do, it’s most certainly because they have just destroyed me with the unwittingly sinister powers that lurk in the recesses of their brain and, following that same evil manner, won’t be publishing a sequel for at least a year. ALEXANDRA BRACKEN, EVERYONE.
When Ruby woke up on her tenth birthday, something about her had changed. Something alarming enough to make her parents lock her in the garage and call the police. Something that gets her sent to Thurmond, a brutal government “rehabilitation camp.” She might have survived the mysterious disease that’s killed most of America’s children, but she and the others have emerged with something far worse: frightening abilities they cannot control.
Now sixteen, Ruby is one of the dangerous ones.
When the truth comes out, Ruby barely escapes Thurmond with her life. Now she’s on the run, desperate to find the one safe haven left for kids like her-East River. She joins a group of kids who escaped their own camp. Liam, their brave leader, is falling hard for Ruby. But no matter how much she aches for him, Ruby can’t risk getting close. Not after what happened to her parents.
When they arrive at East River, nothing is as it seems, least of all its mysterious leader. But there are other forces at work, people who will stop at nothing to use Ruby in their fight against the government. Ruby will be faced with a terrible choice, one that may mean giving up her only chance at a life worth living.
I love Liam. I love him so much, there’s just something so charming about him that makes me want to mmph, WELL.
And though I tend to favour the male leads to female ones (damn you hormones!) I really liked Ruby. The first few chapters, in all honesty, didn’t help in endearing me to her, but they did keep me reading because I was curious. But then, Ruby just transforms and I’m left with this girl/woman who has kept me up all night. She really comes into her own.
It was the end, though. And isn’t it always? It was the end that made me want to stand up, and in a manner not entirely un-Hulk-like, tear the book to shreds the way it tore my heart. I cried, and I’m not shamed. You brake for birds, I cry for books.
Alexandra did a marvellous job with The Darkest Minds, so much so that I’m almost afraid to read Never Fade. It’s sitting on my bookshelf, and I know if it had a face, it would look like this: