There was a reason for putting this book off so long…Oliver’s writing sucks you in and doesn’t let you go. I lost my whole weekend (time I had planned on doing homework and cleaning) to finishing this book and starting the last book in this amazing trilogy. Not that I’m complaining. It’s a sign of a great book if you can’t put it down, but be prepared to lose your reading self-control and ignore the real world for a while once you pick up these books.
So in this second installment, Lena continues on her journey, this time in the Wilds…and dealing with what happened at the end of the Delirium.
Grief is like sinking, like being buried. I am in water the tawny color of kicked-up dirt. Every breath is full of choking. There is nothing to hold on to, no sides, no way to claw myself up. There is nothing to do but let go.
Let go. Feel the weight all around you, feel the squeezing of your lungs, the slow, low pressure. Let yourself go deeper. There is nothing but bottom. There is nothing but the taste of metal, and th echoes of old things, and days that look like darkness.
This story flips back and forth between a not so distance past and the “now” all in Lena’s perspective. We get to meet a whole crew of new characters who I found to be marvelous. New dangers and, dare I say, possible boy are thrown Lena’s way which she handles in a very believable way.
The writing style is still amazing and the messages are still super important.
That is what hatred is. It will feed you and at the same time turn you to rot.
It is hard and deep and angular, a system of blockades. It is everything and total.
Hatred it a high tower.
A well done dystopian!….But again, beware the ending!!! Yikes, have the 3rd one on hand…