I've been reading a lot of Dystopian novels lately. I'm sensing a trend. It all started with The Hunger Games — a book I never thought I'd love — and just today I finished Wither by Lauren DeStefano.
I have to confess, I'm really not an end of the world kind of girl. Sometimes it's a bit much all this dying and being trapped in a society that tells you what to do all the time. And it's not that I need my books to be happy and filled with love and laughter. I like romance and mystery and adventure but I mostly like my books to feel real, to be filled with sincere and thought provoking characters that I can't relate to but wish I knew in real life.
I L-O-V-E-D The Hunger Games. You wanna know why? I loved the characters and the writing and the emotion behind the writing and I especially loved that it made me cry. If you can make me cry, or feel something for someone who doesn't even exist, then congrats. Well done! Cause I don't cry easily with books. Movies? Yes. Books? Not so much.
And I didn't cry when I read Wither. But I sure was angry. ANGRY ANGRY ANGRY!
Don't get me wrong. I don't want to deter you from reading this book. It was pretty amazing. This debut from Lauren DeStefano is seriously intense. And congrats to her. She really pulled it off. I totally bought into this world. The writing was beautiful and the characters so real I'm still thinking about them.
But mostly I'm still angry. I've realized a good Dystopian novel makes me angry. It makes me want to buy canned goods and bottled water and hide, because when the zombies take over and then the robot aliens kill them off the rest of us are going to crawl out of our purity chambers and I'm telling you now, the world is going to be seriously messed up. MESSED UP, I say!
So. Um. Anyway. Go check out Wither. It's as amazing as its cover. And that's pretty dang amazing!