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An invisible, uncrossable physical barrier encloses the Unified States. The Line is the part of the border that lopped off part of the country, dooming the inhabitants to an unknown fate when the enemy used a banned weapon. It’s said that bizarre creatures and superhumans live on the other side, in Away. Nobody except tough old Ms. Moore would ever live next to the Line.

Nobody but Rachel and her mother, who went to live there after Rachel’s dad died in the last war. It’s a ...

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Overview

An invisible, uncrossable physical barrier encloses the Unified States. The Line is the part of the border that lopped off part of the country, dooming the inhabitants to an unknown fate when the enemy used a banned weapon. It’s said that bizarre creatures and superhumans live on the other side, in Away. Nobody except tough old Ms. Moore would ever live next to the Line.

Nobody but Rachel and her mother, who went to live there after Rachel’s dad died in the last war. It’s a safe, quiet life. Until Rachel finds a mysterious recorded message that can only have come from Away. The voice is asking for help.

Who sent the message? Why is her mother so protective? And to what lengths is Rachel willing to go in order to do what she thinks is right?

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Editorial Reviews

E. Sybil Durand
The Line takes place sometime in the future where currency is a cred, pictures are called digims, computers are streamers, and the United States is a repressive regime that has closed its borders. Rachel is an adolescent who lives a quiet life on an isolated orchid farm behind the "line"—the National Border Defense System that keeps outsiders away and prevents citizens from leaving the country. When Rachel makes contact with someone on the other side of the Line, everything she believes to be true about Away, the Others, and her own family becomes questionable. In this well-written novel, Hall weaves a critical perspective on news media, civil rights, and government with a compelling narrative about a young girl coming of age in an unequal society. The Line will keep readers on their toes as they witness characters navigate the ethical dilemmas inherent to standing up for what is right. Reviewer: E. Sybil Durand
Michael Ebling
In the not so distant future, Rachel and her mother live on the Property, far from civilization and from the eyes of the oppressive Unites States government. They are dangerously close, however, to the Line, an impenetrable border between the Property and Away. The Line, part of the National Border Defense System, keeps citizens from leaving, but it also keeps the Others from getting in. Rachel and her mother work for Ms. Moore, who owns the Property, and they live a relatively quiet life. But then Rachel stumbles across a garbled recording asking for help—from the other side of the Line. Her attempts to solve this mystery lead her to uncover dangerous secrets. This dystopian story about courage in the face of mortal risk presents a terrifying vision of the future; however, it rings in the end with a tentative but resounding note of hope. Reviewer: Michael Ebling
VOYA - Deborah L. Dubois
In this futuristic novel, Rachel lives on The Property with her mother and Ms. Moore, far from the unrest in the city but close to the Line, part of the National Border Defense System that entirely encloses the Unified States. Rachel has always been forbidden to go near the Line, but she is intrigued by stories about Away and the Others who were abandoned when the invisible barrier was activated. When Rachel finds a recording that is a cry for help from across the Line, she sets in motion events that will reveal her parents' past life as collaborators—rebels against the oppressive government. Rachel comes of age as she struggles to do the right thing in spite of her fear. The story is timely in that it shares what can happen as rights erode when government takes over people's lives bit by bit. The Enforcement Officers can haul anyone away without a reason. The Identification System, random taxes, limited work choices, and government-controlled media keep everyone in line. Rachel's search for meaning in her life and her fascination with the forbidden will resonate with teens. Hall's compelling writing transports the reader to a time and place that seems all too close to now. This intriguing story will appeal to those who enjoyed The Hunger Games (Scholastic Press, 2008/VOYA October 2008), and readers will anxiously await the next installment in Rachel's story. Reviewer: Deborah L. Dubois
School Library Journal
Gr 7–10—For as long as she can remember, Rachel has lived a quiet life on The Property. Following her father's disappearance and assumed death in a war, her mother has been working as a live-in domestic for Ms. Moore, an orchid grower. But now that she's older, Rachel is consumed with questions about the Line, an invisible border that runs near the greenhouse at the back of The Property, separating the Unified States from Away. It is only when she receives a mysterious message from beyond the border that she begins to learn about her country's true history and the parts her parents played during the War. Hall's first novel gets off to a slow start, and the somewhat convoluted plot and two-dimensional protagonists may lose readers at the beginning. The writing relies heavily on overly long descriptive passages rather than allowing character development and dialogue to move the plot forward. For more engaging dystopian novels, suggest Lois Lowry's The Giver (Houghton, 1993) and Michael Grant's Gone (HarperTeen, 2008).—Jane Henriksen Baird, Anchorage Public Library, AK
Publishers Weekly
In this atmospheric dystopian story, Rachel and her mother live with her mother's chilly and withdrawn employer, Ms. Moore, at the edge of an invisible barrier—the Line, part of the oppressive government's National Border Defense System—which encloses the Unified States. Rachel is homeschooled by her mother (a device Hall uses to give readers history lessons), and spends time tending orchids in Ms. Moore's greenhouse. But she is deeply curious about Away, the land beyond the Line, and about the Others, who were displaced after the Line was erected. When Rachel discovers a recording device and a voice on the tape asks for help, she decides to approach the Line, leading to an encounter that will disclose her family history. Debut author Hall's clear, controlled prose builds burgeoning tension (“Perhaps someone with less imagination, or more friends, could have resisted the pull of something so forbidden... but Rachel was not that person”) while unraveling carefully conceived plot twists, which address themes of totalitarianism, nuclear war, and xenophobia. Dimensional characters and compelling questions unveiled at the dangling finish will have readers awaiting the next installment. Ages 12-up. (Mar.)
Booklist
A tense narrative that will leave readers intrigued . . . . a good choice for introducing young readers to the science-fiction genre.
Kirkus Reviews
This interesting dystopic series opener from debut author Hall follows the fortunes of Rachel, whose mother, Vivian, is "Gainfully Employed" by Ms. Moore, owner of an orchid business, a "Private Enterprise." They live close to "the Line," the border of the Unified States, and everyone fears what lurks in Away, across the Line. Vivian homeschools Rachel to insulate her from the lies of the repressive U.S. government schools, and Rachel does her best to help her cherished Mom, but she really loves working in the greenhouse, even if the severe Ms. Moore frightens her. However, when a boy appears across the Line asking for help, Rachel and the entire complex become embroiled in activities that might get them all arrested. The author trims her prose for an upper-elementary audience, but the story easily can appeal to teens. Without any hint at current politics, she encourages young readers to think about the tension between freedom and security while keeping them engrossed in a suspenseful story. Well done indeed. (Science fiction. 10 & up)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780803734661
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA) Incorporated
  • Publication date: 3/4/2010
  • Pages: 224
  • Sales rank: 538,967
  • Lexile: 760L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 8.60 (w) x 5.78 (h) x 0.83 (d)

Meet the Author

Teri Hall is the author of The Line and Away. She lives in Washington with two cats and a dog.

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CHAPTER 1

It seemed to Rachel that she had always lived on The Property, though this wasn’t true. Her mother, Vivian, said they moved there when she was three years old, but Rachel didn’t remember. To her, The Property was home. She felt as comfortable there as she did in her own skin. But she knew that for most people, The Property was too close to the section of the National Border Defense System known as the Line.

The National Border Defense System enclosed the entire Unified States. The section called the Line was only a small part of it, but because of its history it was infamous, at least locally. Strange things were supposed to happen near the Line; dangerous things. Even though there hadn’t been a Crossing Storm in over forty years, people still thought of the Line as a bad place to be near. There were whispers about Away—the territory on the other side of the Line. There were whispers about the Others.

Rachel wasn’t afraid. After all, she spent a lot of her time in the greenhouse that was all the way at the back of The Property, right next to the Line. Away was clearly visible from the greenhouse windows. Rachel had gazed countless hours out those windows at Away, and she had never seen anything strange over there at all. Just the same meadows and trees that were on the U.S. side of the Line.

Technically, Rachel wasn’t supposed to be in the greenhouse. Ms. Elizabeth Moore, the owner of The Property, grew orchids there, which she shipped to the cities to sell. Vivian had always cautioned Rachel to stay away from the greenhouse; she worried that Rachel might be a bother to Ms. Moore, or that she might break something. Rachel tried to do whatever she could to make things easier for her mother, but the greenhouse had seemed magical to her from the first time she saw it—so hushed, so peaceful and beautiful. The air was warm and soft, and a gentle light filtered in through the glass, illuminating the lush emerald hues of the orchids’ leaves. Their exotic blooms vied for Rachel’s attention, some offering flashes of intense colors in bold shapes; others, pale and delicate, coquettishly inviting a closer inspection.

Rachel couldn’t resist. She hid somewhere in the greenhouse almost every day when she was little, happy among the flowers. She was careful to stay out of Ms. Moore’s sight, of course. She would have been careful even if she hadn’t been warned not to bother her. Ms. Moore was old, and not old in a grandmotherly, “here are some cookies” way; she was quite forbidding. Rachel was almost scared of her. But being in the greenhouse was worth the risk.

Rachel used to lose herself there in the kind of daydreams that children who grow up in solitude often have. She’d imagine that she was a princess, the greenhouse was her castle, and the whole of The Property was under her rule. Sometimes she would pretend that she was able to talk with the orchids. Each bloom had a different voice; some were quiet and polite, while others were loud and boisterous. Rachel made them her friends.

Rachel’s favorite daydreams when she was a little girl were those in which her father, Daniel, was still alive and had come to take her and her mother somewhere fabulous. In those daydreams, the anxious look Vivian always seemed to wear faded, and she smiled a lot more. Daniel was dashing and handsome, and he let Rachel try things that Vivian would have scowled about, things like climbing tall trees and wandering ahead when they went on walks. In real life, Vivian was always saying “Be careful!” or cautioning Rachel not to stray too far. She looked at Rachel sometimes as though she were waiting for her to break, and that her own heart would break at the same time. But in Rachel’s daydreams, if her mother started to protest that Rachel was being too reckless, Daniel would pick Vivian up and twirl her around until she laughed and laughed, and forgot her concern. In her dreams, the three of them could spend every day together, doing whatever they wanted, and Rachel never felt worried.

In actuality, Vivian was busy much of the time working in Ms. Moore’s house, where a child underfoot wasn’t welcomed. This left Rachel on her own quite a bit, though not completely unsupervised. Ms. Moore’s hired man, Jonathan, had helped keep an eye on Rachel when Vivian couldn’t. Judging from his grizzled gray hair and his bonsai fingers, twisted from years of arthritis, Jonathan was even older than Ms. Moore. Yet Rachel never felt nervous around him the way she did around his employer.

One of her earliest memories was of Jonathan; she had tripped on something and fallen, and she was crying hard. Her mom must have been working, because it was Jonathan who had gently righted her. She remembered how softly he had said her name and how she felt instantly better. Jonathan always seemed to know how to make her feel safe. He even put up with her playing in the greenhouse, though Vivian didn’t approve, as long as she kept out of Ms. Moore’s way.

As Rachel grew older, Vivian scheduled enough chores and homework to keep her out of most kinds of trouble, and Jonathan checked in on her less and less. Of course, she wasn’t alone all the time. She spent every evening with her mother, and she often rode with Vivian during her weekly supply trips to Bensen, the nearest town. Trips to Bensen, where the highlight might be a treat from the bakery, were about as exciting as things got in Rachel’s life. She hadn’t minded that when she was little, but as she got older, she often wished that something—anything—would happen to her. She loved her mother, and her life on The Property wasn’t horrible by any means. But it was predictable. Nothing ever seemed to change; no one new ever drove down the long driveway from the main road. There were no other kids to play with, and even though Rachel usually did a pretty good job of entertaining herself, she still got restless sometimes.

Away was Rachel’s escape from boredom.

It was inevitable, really. Rachel lived right on the Line. Away was next door, and it was the opposite of boring. It was taboo. Perhaps someone with less imagination, or more friends, could have resisted the pull of something so forbidden, so tantalizingly close at hand, but Rachel was not that person.

Away had been around forever—it was even older than Ms. Moore. Yet it was rarely spoken of, at least officially. The streamer news seldom mentioned it; people in other parts of the country seemed to have forgotten it existed. But the people in Bensen hadn’t forgotten. And there was quite a collection of questionable literature about it available on the net. Of course, Rachel read everything she could about Away and the Others, every trashy, “true eyewitness account” she could find.

Vivian would have disapproved if she knew. She had always told Rachel that what happened to the Others was a tragedy, caused by government callousness. She wouldn’t have liked the way they were described in Rachel’s net books—at best as mindless husks, at worst as monsters. Vivian was pretty strict about Rachel’s streamer use anyway; it was reserved mostly for homework assignments. She did let Rachel watch a few stream shows, but only after she had screened them herself.

Vivian wanted Rachel to check out what she called “real books” at the Bensen library when they went to town for supplies. She’d try to talk Rachel into books about art history or girls with pet horses. Rachel thought art history and pet horses were boring and that real books were ancient and smelly. Half of them were falling apart at the seams, and most of the ones she could find about Away were outdated. The graphics were better on the net, and you could find almost anything you wanted, right from the streamer at home.

Rachel would sneak screen time when she was supposed to be doing schoolwork. All the stories about bizarre happenings and weird animals were thrilling. Some claimed that the Others were cannibals, or that they had super-human strength. One book had outlined the process by which Others could hypnotize a person and enslave them forever, or at least until they wanted to eat them. Even Vivian’s protests that the accounts were probably produced by government writers didn’t dampen her enthusiasm.

Rachel made up stories in her head about how the Others would creep up to the Line and try with all their might to break through. She imagined seeing one of the odd animals she had read about that were supposed to be so common deep in Away territory, things like birds with funny heads or house cats the size of sheep. Sometimes when she was looking out the greenhouse windows, Rachel did see birds on the Away side of the Line, and more than once she had seen deer standing frozen between tree trunks, certain of their own invisibility. But the birds were just regular birds, the same as any bird she’d ever seen, and the deer were just deer.

The Line itself was invisible. There was a barren ribbon of soil running along the meadow as far as the eye could see, where the grass couldn’t grow. And Rachel thought she could see a funny sort of haze, but even that was only apparent in certain lights—right before dusk, or early in the morning.

Though the Line was almost imperceptible, it had affected many lives. It affected Rachel’s too. In a sense, the Line was the reason Rachel ended up working in the greenhouse, instead of just playing.

Her mom would have said that wasn’t true. Rachel could hear the lecture in her head: It is always a person’s own actions that bring about any real change, good or bad. Vivian would have said a lot more than that if she knew what really happened.

What really happened was that Rachel tried to Cross.

When the U.S. constructed the National Border Defense System, they didn’t just ensure that their enemies were kept out. Once the invisible barrier was activated, nobody could leave the country without the government’s permission. As far as Rachel could tell, permission was never given to regular citizens; the only people who were allowed to travel outside the borders were political officials or military troops. Crossing—the attempt to leave the country without official permission—was punishable by death.

Trying to Cross would have been bad enough. But Rachel not only tried to Cross, she tried to Cross the Line. Nobody ever Crossed that section of the System. There was no reason to—there was nothing on the other side but Away.

Rachel had just finished reading yet another net article about Away. In this one, the author described “confirmed” sightings of strange hybrid creatures being commanded by Others, very near the Line. The creatures were supposed to be canine, but as large as horses. The author said they were incredibly beautiful and fierce, and that the Others used them for hunting. The article was dated just two days before. When she saw that, Rachel felt a shiver go down her spine. Two days ago. Confirmed sightings. Right in her backyard. Rachel wanted to see those animals. She tried not to think about exactly what they might be hunting.

She knew she had to at least try to Cross.

She figured there was only a slim chance that she would be able to, since there were only two ways that the System could ever be deactivated. One was a Crossing Storm—a severe electrical storm that was supposed to disarm the System somehow. According to local lore, just such a terrible storm had occurred many years ago, and some Others had managed to Cross somewhere along the Line. Most official records claimed it never happened—the government maintained that there were no verifiable accounts of anything but a terrible weather system that caused some damage. But the local weather reports still called big storms “Crossing Storms.” And whenever something bad happened in Bensen—a murder, a break-in, some random vandalism—people blamed the Others for whatever occurred. They whispered that Others were still secretly living among them.

The only other way the System could be deactivated was by the government, if some dignitary had permission to go to another country, or troops needed to Cross. There was no public record of it ever happening on the Line. None of the Crossing Stations from which sections of the System could be disabled were located on the Line. They were all on other parts of the System, the parts where they had had time to plan the construction better. On the Line, the closest thing to a Crossing Station was a little brick bunker near the edge of The Property. As far as Rachel knew, it had always been unmanned; it was locked up all the time and no soldiers ever came to check it. She thought it must be some sort of maintenance shack.

Even though Crossing was likely impossible—or perhaps because it was—Rachel worked herself up enough to plan an attempt. She felt like a kid who’s been dared to go up to the “haunted” house at the end of some long dark road, only the person daring her was herself. In the back of her mind, she was banking on the probability that nothing would happen. Though she didn’t believe most of what she read about the Others in the net books, if even part of it was true, she didn’t think she would want to encounter them. Actually Crossing the Line would be the scariest thing Rachel could imagine happening. But the idea of trying was exciting.

The next morning, Rachel made the bed and did the breakfast dishes as she waited for Vivian to leave the guesthouse where they lived to go work at the main house. Then she put a hunk of cheese and some of the breakfast biscuits in a bag and set out for the back of the greenhouse. If she did somehow Cross, she might need some food.

The day was already pleasantly warm, but Rachel had brought a jacket just in case. She moved cautiously, even though there was no one around. Once she passed the greenhouse, she stopped looking over her shoulder. Nobody could see her this far away from the main house. The closer she got to the Line, the faster her heart pounded in her chest. Everything else seemed eerily quiet.

Finally, she was standing right next to the Line. The meadow grass grew long and shaggy all the way up to where the Line was, but then it died. A line of brown earth about four inches wide extended as far as Rachel could see in either direction. It was different seeing that boundary right at her feet than it was looking at it from the safety of the greenhouse. Away was right there, inches from her nose. The only thing separating her from it was the Line. All she could hear was her own breathing, and a sort of rushing sound that filled her head.

Rachel looked hard at the space in front of her, squinting her eyes to see if she could detect how the Line worked, as if something like that has a way of working that you could figure out from staring at it. Her heart thumped so hard it felt like something separate from her.

She forced herself to take a deep breath, then another. The thumping in her chest slowed some. The rushing sound in her head lessened. Finally, she extended her hand tentatively, to see if she could feel the Line, maybe just poke through a little. Her hand was shaking. As she was about to touch the place in midair where she thought it was, there was a shattering sound behind her, so loud it made her jump—forward. Into the Line.

It felt sort of like a cloud, or what Rachel imagined a cloud would feel like: soft, but firm against her body, letting her sink into it. But after a moment, it pushed back. She was so startled, she fell into the grass. Flat on her back, she gasped for air, while the sky came in and out of focus above her. Then she scrambled up and ran. Her bag of food and jacket forgotten, she fled into the greenhouse, to the safety of its warmth and peace.

Ms. Moore found her there, huddled in a corner crying like a little kid. She had come in to check the orchids and inspect the greenhouse as she did at the start of every day, and soon discovered Rachel’s hiding place. Rachel saw Ms. Moore’s shoes first; highly polished, brown leather lace-ups of a style that looked like it came from another century. She realized with a growing sense of dread that she was exactly where she had been repeatedly told not to be. Ms. Moore, the person who kept food in their bellies, the person Vivian had warned her against upsetting in any way for as long as she could remember, was not looking too pleased. Rachel met her gaze speechlessly and a fresh round of sobs convulsed her.

“I don’t have the money to finance your nonsense,” said Ms. Moore.

It was the first time Rachel could remember Ms. Moore saying much more than a cursory “Good morning” to her. Rachel didn’t understand what she meant about finances, but she knew it couldn’t be good. She wiped her eyes and tried to figure out what she should do. She was in big trouble. Her mom would probably kill her. They might be thrown off The Property with no place to go; they might end up living on the street in Bensen. They might even get sent to the Pools. And it would all be Rachel’s fault.

Rachel had seen a boy about her age begging for food the last time they went to Bensen. He had on clothes that looked like any other kid’s clothes: a jumpsuit and some cheap plastic moks on his feet. But he was so dirty—his face, his hair, even his socks had rings of dirt where they sagged around his ankles. When Rachel asked Vivian about the boy, she just shuddered and hurried Rachel into the vendor’s.

“He’s still better off than if he was in the Pools,” Vivian whispered, once they were inside. “Hopefully he won’t get picked up. We’re just lucky we found Ms. Moore. At least we have a roof over our heads and the chance of a future.” Vivian bought some bread and an apple and gave them to the boy when they came out of the vendor’s. He grabbed them without even saying thank you and crammed the bread into his mouth, eyeing Vivian warily the whole time. Rachel remembered thinking that she never wanted to be that hungry.

“You will have to earn the money to replace that window, young lady.”

The words brought Rachel back to the present. Ms. Moore was still looking down at her, shaking her head. The tightly wound bun she always wore—its gray strands so smooth and perfect that they looked more like metal than hair—never moved.

“You can start right now. Get up off your bottom and dry your face. Then go get the hoses from over there.” She tilted her head in the direction of the misting equipment hung on the far wall.

Rachel just sat there, stunned into silence and too scared to move. After a moment Ms. Moore, who had begun moving some flowerpots off the main shelves onto the floor, realized Rachel was still crouched in the corner. “Well,” she barked, “move it!”

That snapped Rachel out of her freeze, and she scurried up and over to the hoses faster than she had ever moved before. She brought them to Ms. Moore, who took one and hooked it up to a faucet.

“Now, you take the rest and go hook them up to the faucets along that wall. I’ll have to go let Jonathan know we’ll need a replacement pane for the window you broke.” Ms. Moore glared at the floor, and for the first time Rachel noticed the shards of glass she had swept into a pile. Somehow, one of the greenhouse panes had broken. That must have been the shattering sound Rachel heard when she was trying to Cross.

“I didn’t break anything.” Rachel clamped her mouth shut almost immediately. She didn’t want to make Ms. Moore even angrier.

Ms. Moore studied her through narrowed eyes. “Perhaps not. But what you did do indicates to me that you need something to fill your time.” She nodded at Rachel’s shocked look. “That’s right. I saw you. Messing around out there like you’re playing some child’s game. That”—she pointed toward the Line—“is not a game. That is something . . .” Ms. Moore’s voice shook into silence. When she continued, she spoke so quietly that Rachel had trouble understanding her words. “There’s nothing on the other side of that for you, child. Nothing there for any of us. We’ll keep what you did between you and me, but best you don’t repeat such foolishness. You’d better go get your coat before someone else sees it there.”

Rachel mumbled an apology, but Ms. Moore just turned and left. Rachel watched her walk toward the main house. She wondered why just talking about Away caused Ms. Moore’s voice to shake like that. Rachel knew that all the stories she read about Away and the Others were probably not true. But what was true?

She picked up one of the hoses, but then put it back down. Before she hooked them up, she had better go get her jacket like Ms. Moore said. On her way out the greenhouse door she looked toward the main house, but Ms. Moore was gone from sight.

Ms. Moore knew something, Rachel could tell. She’d lived right next to the Line her whole life, according to Vivian. In all that time, maybe she had found out something about Away, something about the Others. Rachel decided then and there that she was going to find out what.

That evening, Rachel had done all her homework, cleaned the guesthouse, and made dinner. She waited with dread for Vivian to come back from the main house. By the time Vivian walked in the door, one look from her was all it took to make Rachel burst into tears again. She had never done anything to truly disappoint her mom before, and she could see in her eyes that Vivian was disappointed now.

Vivian came over and put her hand on Rachel’s head, smoothing her hair. Then she hugged her. “Oh, Rachel. Probably just having to work with Ms. Moore will be punishment enough for you,” she said. “She’s not always the easiest person to be around. And you’re going to be around her a lot for the next three months.”

“Three months!” Rachel couldn’t fathom what three months of seeing Ms. Moore every day might be like.

“That’s how long it will take to earn enough to pay off that window.” Vivian gave Rachel a look that clearly conveyed her standard “learn from your mistakes” lecture in one glance. “Mind you do what she tells you and work hard. No matter how gruff she seems. We cannot afford to upset her. Jonathan will be there, and that will help.”

Despite Vivian’s hug and her comforting words, Rachel knew the seriousness of what she had done. If Ms. Moore had been angry enough to fire Vivian, they might have had no choice but to go back to the city. Rachel knew her mom didn’t want to do that. She didn’t want to either. Things could be really bad in the cities.

ELIZABETH MOORE ADDED the cost of a new window to the expenditures column of her old-fashioned account book and closed it. It would have to be one of the new plastic windows; they didn’t manufacture glass anymore. Elizabeth resented that for no good reason. The plastic ones worked just as well, probably better, but the glass windows had been there so long that they felt like a tradition—not something to be abandoned due to mere obsolescence. She’d had to replace two others last year. The glass just got so old and brittle, it shattered spontaneously. She was sure that was what had happened today as well, but she accused the girl anyway. Because when she saw Rachel by the Line, she knew that it would be best to keep a closer eye on her from now on. One way to do that was to make her work in the greenhouse.

She smoothed the wood grain of the dining table with her hand. Real mahogany. It was at this same table that she had interviewed Ms. Vivian Quillen, Rachel’s mother, so many years ago, for the position of housekeeper. Ms. Quillen was in some sort of trouble back then, Elizabeth could tell; she had some experience in that area. The haunted look on Ms. Quillen’s face had made Elizabeth want to bid her good day, even though she was the only person who had responded to the ad. Elizabeth could do without help for the time being. Then Ms. Quillen mentioned the child. That complicated things.

There hadn’t been a child on The Property since Elizabeth was that child, running in the yard, laughing at the sky. And being reminded daily that children even existed was not something Elizabeth really wanted to endure; it was painful. Yet turning away a grown woman who was capable of finding alternatives was a different thing than turning away a mother and child, who might not have a better option. Elizabeth had not wanted to be responsible for the possible consequences. So she had hired the woman, against her better judgment.

She wondered if she was going to pay for that now. Maybe whatever led the mother to trouble had been passed on to her daughter, causing her to seek out trouble as well. Elizabeth hoped that by keeping Rachel busy working in the greenhouse, she could steer her away from her interest in the Line. And it might solve other problems too. Jonathan had his hands full, and while Elizabeth was sure he would have tried to help, he didn’t have the touch. As her father always said, “Orchids aren’t potatoes.” What he meant, and what Elizabeth had always believed, was that to grow beautiful, healthy orchids, one could not view them as a crop. A part of you had to love them, be in love, to grow them well. Elizabeth had that feeling. She thought Rachel might have that feeling too, judging from how much time the girl had spent in the greenhouse over the years.

CHAPTER 2

RACHEL WAS more than a little apprehensive about working for Ms. Moore. In all the years Vivian and Rachel had lived on The Property, the lady had never once relaxed her formality. She was always Ms. Moore—never Elizabeth—even to Jonathan, who had known her forever as far as Rachel could tell. She never asked about their lives outside the work they did for her, and she did not encourage questions about her own.

Vivian had told Rachel that when she first started working for Ms. Moore, she’d made the mistake of commenting on a framed digim she saw on the mantel in the main house, where she was dusting.

“Oh, Ms. Moore,” she had said, “is this a picture of your husband? He was a fine-looking man.”

Vivian said the silence had been stunning, like being doused with ice water. She turned to look at Ms. Moore, who was staring at her as though she had discovered a dead rat in her parlor.

“I,” said Ms. Moore, slowly and distinctly, “was never married.” She looked at Vivian for a moment more, as though she were trying to decide exactly how one would dispose of such an unpleasant object without actually having to touch it. Then she walked away.

On her way out, without turning her perfectly coiffed head, she said, “I prefer to keep my personal life personal, Ms. Quillen. Please start in the kitchen next.”

Vivian usually laughed when she told that story, but Rachel didn’t think it was so funny now that she was going to have to work for Ms. Moore.

As it turned out, Rachel learned most of the daily routine in the greenhouse from Jonathan. Ms. Moore was there the first morning, but she said little. She handed Rachel a thick, plastic-covered notebook filled with printouts and told her to study it. “There are specific ways to behave around orchids, Rachel, and you will need to learn them if you are to be allowed to work here. Jonathan will instruct you in the simpler tasks and inform me of your progress.” With that, she left.

Rachel’s expression must have been quite forlorn, because Jonathan smiled down at her and winked. “Now, child, she’s not so bad,” he said. “Just has no use for the pleasantries in life. At least not anymore.” He looked at the doorway Ms. Moore had disappeared through, far away for a moment.

“Did she used to be different?”

“Hmm?” Jonathan looked back down at Rachel.

“You said ‘not anymore.’ Like she used to be different.” Rachel thought about that. “My mother used to be different, before.”

“Before what?”

“Before my father died.”

Jonathan cocked his head at her. “How do you know, dear? You’ve been here since you were tiny. How would you remember she was different?”

“We have digims of him,” Rachel said. “When she looks at them . . . she shines. That’s how she must have been before.” Rachel searched Jonathan’s eyes, certain he wouldn’t know what she meant. She was surprised when he nodded.

“It takes something—important—away,” Jonathan said. He looked thoughtful.

“What does?” Rachel wasn’t certain what he meant.

“Losing love.” Jonathan smiled, but he didn’t look happy. “Especially that kind of love.”

“Do you know about that?” Rachel looked away as soon as she said it. It was a very personal thing to ask, and she thought she had a better chance of getting an answer if she wasn’t watching Jonathan’s face. She kept her eyes on the notebook Ms. Moore had given her.

Jonathan said nothing for a time. Rachel was certain he wasn’t going to reply, when he finally did.

“I think we all know a bit about that, here on The Property. All of us but you, my dear. And I hope you never learn.” He cleared his throat, as though something was stuck in it. “Let’s get started with the misting, shall we? I know how to do most of the regular chores the flowers need done, though I’m sure she might not agree. The rest you’re to learn from those notes.” Jonathan patted her shoulder and began to show her the morning routine.

Three hours later the misting and feeding were done, and Jonathan had left her to go take care of some of his own work. Rachel was sitting on a stool in front of one of the workbenches, staring at a particularly beautiful, garnet-colored bloom without seeing it. She had been thinking about what Jonathan had said about love. About how losing it took something away.

She was glad she didn’t have to worry about it. A few times lately, Vivian had tried to talk with her about “adult” love. Rachel giggled, thinking of it. That was what she had called it—adult love. Vivian couldn’t figure out why Rachel giggled so much every time she brought it up. Rachel didn’t tell her there was a stream show called Adult Love. She had accidentally seen a brief glimpse of a scene before clicking away from it out of sheer embarrassment. She was pretty certain what she had seen was not the same thing Vivian meant. Vivian never got too far with whatever it was that she did mean, because Rachel just scoffed.

“Mom,” she had said. “Look around. Do you see any people besides you and me and Ms. Moore and Jonathan? Who exactly am I in danger of falling in love with? Besides, I’m just not interested.”

“Someday you will be, Rachel.” Vivian had looked worried.

Rachel had just shrugged. “Well, we can talk about it then, okay?”

Rachel studied the printouts Ms. Moore had given her every evening after her regular schoolwork was done, and quickly became captivated by what she was learning. Of course, she had always appreciated the orchids’ strange beauty. She was mesmerized by the butterfly blooms of the phalaenopsis, the spray of delicate wings arching skyward. She was drawn in every time by the heavy, spicy richness of the cattleya, with its drooping, jewel-toned petals. Even the odd, almost ugly flowers of some of the catasetum fascinated her.

But orchids had secrets, too, and Rachel was learning them. As she studied each evening, she found herself fascinated by their oddities. Some orchids could live in almost any circumstances, while others required such particular conditions in order to propagate, it seemed impossible that they survived at all. Some fed from the very air; others trapped their food or fooled insects into pollinating them. Many were breathtakingly gorgeous, but there were orchids that looked more like creatures than flowers. There was one orchid—Dracula tubeana—that looked exactly like a bat.

Ms. Moore checked on Rachel’s progress once a week, watching while Rachel carried out the daily tasks required to keep the orchids growing and healthy. She commented on what Rachel was doing, quizzed her about the particular variety she was misting or feeding.

“Why are you giving the phals that mix?” Ms. Moore, perched on a stool, watched Rachel as she worked.

“It’s to help with bloom strength,” said Rachel. “This fertilizer has a higher phosphorus content, and that helps the flowering process.”

Ms. Moore looked pleased. “Correct. Now, let’s move on to how one would repot those dendrobiums.” Ms. Moore indicated several pots of orchids sitting on the workbench. Their roots were creeping up over the lips of the pots, seeking out new territory to conquer. “Tell me the steps.”

“First, I would carefully remove the plant and medium from the pot. Then I would very gently get all of the old potting medium off the plant’s roots.” Rachel looked at Ms. Moore to see if she was right so far.

“Go on.”

“Then I would check the roots for any damage or disease. I would check the leaves too.”

“And what are you looking for when you check the roots?”

Rachel thought about the notes she had studied the night before. “Soft spots. Or roots that are all dried up?”

“And if you find that?”

“I would remove those roots from the plant.” Rachel bit her lip. There was something more . . . and then she remembered. “I have to sterilize the scissors. Because orchids can get infections and so all the cuts have to be sterile.”

Ms. Moore nodded. “Very good, Rachel. You’ve got a lot more to learn, but you are doing well.”

“Should I repot these?” Rachel pointed to the dendrobiums.

“That’s why they’re here. I’ll observe.”

Rachel picked up the nearest pot and got to work. For a few minutes there was silence while she brushed dusty potting medium off the roots of the first plant. As she became less nervous about her task, Rachel decided to take a risk.

“Ms. Moore?” Rachel kept her eyes on her work.

“Yes, Rachel?”

“Um.” Rachel wasn’t sure how she should start. “How do you like, um, how do you like living here?”

“Careful with that leaf.” One of the leaves on the dendrobium was being bent too far because of the way Rachel was holding it.

“Oh.” Rachel adjusted her grip.

“By ‘here’ I assume you mean The Property?” Ms. Moore looked at Rachel quizzically. “Not here near the town of Bensen, or here in the Unified States?”

Rachel nodded.

“I like living here just fine.” Ms. Moore’s reply rang with a certain finality, as if there were nothing more to add to the subject.

“Why do we call it The Property?” Rachel realized as she asked the question that she had never wondered about it before. “They don’t call it that in Bensen.” She had heard a vendor ask her mother once, in a half whisper, how it was to work “out there on the Moore place.”

“We just always have.” Ms. Moore sounded quite piqued that Rachel was still asking questions, but she continued. “Long ago that’s all it was—a piece of property. There was no greenhouse, no business, no home. I imagine my grandfather had lots of conversations with my grandmother about ‘the property,’ about his dreams for it, his hopes.” For a moment Ms. Moore seemed as though she might share something more, but the moment passed.

“That one is done. On to the next.” Ms. Moore gestured to the row of pots waiting on the workbench.

Rachel untangled the roots of the next dendrobium from the drainage hole of its pot. It took her a few moments, but she gathered the courage to press on with her investigation.

“So, have you ever noticed anything . . . strange happening here?” She snuck a quick look at Ms. Moore. “Anything odd, or, um . . .” Rachel’s voice trailed off into nothingness. She risked another glance at Ms. Moore, and sure enough, the lady was regarding her with a quizzical look, head tilted to one side.

Ms. Moore kept looking at Rachel for what seemed like a very long time. Then she turned her attention to the dendrobium Rachel was holding.

“Do you see how that root is all dark and wilted? That one definitely needs to be trimmed.”

That was as far as Rachel progressed in her quest for information, at least on that day. She could tell by Ms. Moore’s demeanor that more questions would not be well received. She wasn’t going to give up though. After all, Ms. Moore couldn’t have lived so close to the Line for so many years without knowing something.

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  • Posted February 17, 2010

    Great YA dystopian novel

    My thoughts...WOW, this is one of the best books I have read in a while. This is the first dystopian story I have ever read and I really enjoyed it. The best part of the book is the suspense. From the very first chapter, you are immediately drawn into this world divided by an invisible barrier. My imagine ran wild as I thought about what could be on the other side and how life would be, if such a barrier split our world. The mystery continues, even as we learn more about The Line. Through a mother's history lessons, some of the questions are answered. Still we are left to wonder who is good and who will betray as morals are tested. The plot was very original, face-paced, and very exciting.

    From the beginning, my mind sorted the characters into two categories...those who supported the government, and those who opposed it. The heroine, young Rachel is heavily influenced by her mother to believe the government is wrong. Her mother is a very strong character in the story, very determined and loving. Several chapters told in her point-of-view reveal just how much she loves and daughter and how desperately she wants to keep her safe. We also get a peek into the mind of their employer, the stern Ms. Moore. Her stone personality gives the story some extra edge. All of the characters were memorable. I enjoyed the shifting POV, it helped the story flow smoothly.

    The cons...The next book, titled Away, doesn't come out until early 2011. I don't know if I can wait that long.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 24, 2010

    Highly recommended...

    This book is getting amazing reviews from the industry and after reading it I see why! Compelling plot, layered characters, and great tension keep you glued to the pages.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 22, 2010

    The Line by Teri Hall

    Hard to believe she is a new author. Reads like she's been writing for years. Catagorized as a Young Adult book, it's also thought provoking for all readers, young and old (even us golden ager's :) ) Provides a perspective on what was, what is, and what might be. And what each citizen's responsibility and obligations are in a world society. Leaves you with questions with the promise of answers. We've all wanted to cross The Line at some time or another. This is an inspiration to stand up, to overcome fears, to not make excuses, to take action, and to be free. Look out, Harry! -Dan O.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 12, 2010

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    A Good Start to a Series, A Little Short

    The Line was an intriguing, and suspenseful book focusing on the dystopian society that was once the U.S. (the Unified States). After winning a nuclear war, borders aren't to be crossed, and the government bears down on citizens by enforcing harsh laws. They also track down individuals who may be, or have been, involved in revolutionary groups.

    Rachel has been living on The Property, owned by Ms. Moore, since she was very young. The Property lies along the border to Away, and is the perfect spot to hide away from the government. People tend to avoid this area of the border, because of the belief that horrible creatures now populate Away. While on The Property, Rachel's mother, Vivian, teachers her the truth behind the war, the government's actions, and what really happened to her father.


    This book had a cast of really strong, female characters, which was an aspect I loved.I think I may be in the minority, but my favorite character in the book was Ms. Moore. I knew immediately after her character was introduced that she was more than a mean old woman who loved her orchids. She was a strong woman, who had lived a hard life, separated from her family, and supporting herself. Vivian was also a great character. She wasn't afraid to teach her daughter the truth about the government, and Rachel wasn't afraid of what lay beyond the border to Away. All three of these women took significant risks in helping others, which is another admirable quality in a character. There seemed to be a hint of romance as well, which I expect will be developed further in the second book in the series.

    The only issue I had with this book was that it took a while to get to the action. It was nice to have the time to develop the characters, but for the first third of the book, I was left wondering when the action/suspense would begin building. Otherwise, I thought this was a great dystopian book. It contained little violence, and a lot of insight into how power can distort good intentions, and completely change individuals and governments. I'm anxiously awaiting the sequel, since this one did end on a cliffhanger!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 25, 2010

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    Two Worlds Divided by a Line

    Rachel has lived on The Property with her mother, Vivian, for as long as she can remember. Before her father's death, Rachel lived in a city, a city she cannot remember and a place she never wants to live again. Ms. Moore owns The Property and employs Vivian in the capacity of a housekeeper. The Property borders The Line, which was created years upon years ago to separate the Unified States from a possible attack. Those on the other side of The Line were trapped there and when bombs were dropped, the radiation ended all chances of a rescue. The stories and myths speak of evil creatures and crazy people who will kill you in an instant. Rachel and Vivian border this mysterious world, but have never experienced anything strange themselves. Their lives may not be the best on The Property, but they aren't bad. Rachel and Vivian are far from the government's interference and have been living a peaceful and dull life bordering The Line. All of that changes when Rachel's curiosity gets the best of her and she discovers more than she ever bargained for.

    Teri Hall has created a brilliant debut with The Line. This dystopian novel is one of the best I've ever read and I don't say that lightly. The Unified States could easily resemble our world if the government stepped in and changed everything we know. That's the thing about dystopian novels; in a way, the reader could actually imagine his or her world like the world presented in the book. I could picture the United States that I know as the Unified States. That, in itself, is terrifying.

    It's really difficult to get into too much about the book, without giving away key plot points, but I will say that The Line is definitely worth reading. The story begins in a typical dystopian fashion. The government has stepped in and begun to control everything. There are taxes and new laws and if you have something to hide, then the government has a reason to cart you away. Rachel understands it all and she agrees with her mother that the government cannot be trusted, but she soon realizes exactly why her mother doesn't trust the government. A simple event opens Rachel's eyes to her mother's flaws and also gives her some insight into who Ms. Moore really is. The Line is an invisible boundary separating everyone from Away, but what happens when someone from Away asks for help? Rachel soon discovers an entire world of secrets that changes her life forever.

    The Line is the opening book of a series and it certainly opens with a bang. It's not a non-stop action book, but I couldn't stop turning the pages. I read it in just a few hours and I so wish the next installment would come more quickly.

    Opening line: It seemed to Rachel that she had always lived on The Property, though this wasn't true.

    Favorite line(s): You can't be brave without being afraid. The brave ones are always afraid.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 17, 2010

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    So...not so much.

    It's partly my fault I didn't enjoy this book. I should have read more about it's genre before diving in. From the synopsis I thought it would be more sci-fi fantasy and less oppressive government politics. The last 5 pages are the only worth reading. As the previous reviewer said, 90% of the book is drawn out set-up and explanation. I didn't find any of the characters realistic or relatable. No mother/daughter relationship is like Rachel and Vivian's. Ms. Moore was the only character I found any interest in. All of the endless discussion on orchids was also extremely out of place. (Ms Moore teaches Rachel how to care for orchids that she sells to nearby towns) The follow ups to this novel will probablly be much better, but I'm too put off by the first installment to continue. So if you like political fiction set in the future with a lazy imagination (seriously? digims? streamer? away?) and great tips on orchid care, this book is for you. If you want a really well done fantasy novel with political undertones, read Unwind.

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 6, 2010

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    The Line

    Rachel lives on the Property. That's all she has ever known. And the Property is close to The Line, which separates the Unified States from the rest of the world. What is on the other side is unknown to her and she is on curious girl; especially when she gets a recorded message from the Others. Teri Hall's young adult novel The Line is an interesting look at a dystopian society, yet she takes so long to build up the story and characters that the book is almost to the end before any real action takes place. It finishes abruptly so that the reader must wait for the second book in the series to find out what happens next.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 4, 2010

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    new dystopian series

    After months of waiting I finally got my hands on a copy. Dystopian wasn't really my thing but after reading a bunch of them I started warming up to it. There's something about a sad world that reeks or hopelessness, inconvenience, and anything that is not like the world that we live in is some what appealing, scary yes but that's the beauty of reading it. The characters are always interesting and this book is of no exception.

    The story was futuristic, set after a war that nearly killed our planet. Our main girl Rachel lives with her mother at the guest house of Ms. Moore's property and that is what they call it, the PROPERTY where in the greenhouse is their source of income. It is situated a few yards from THE LINE border. This all seems intriguing. The government in this book is obviously into some kind of conspiracy. Feeding people all these stories about AWAY and the OTHERS, these scared most people. It prevents them from even thinking about leaving, to question it or start a rebellion. So living a few yards away from it instantly piqued my curiosity. Why live there? I am certain too that Mrs. Moore & Vivian (Rachel's mom) is hiding something and I wanted to know what it is. It might be two different secrets but it is obviously something to do with AWAY or the OTHERS. But there is one negative about this book. The pace... the employment of Rachel inside the greenhouse bored me. I am not interested in orchids at the moment so the first 7 chapters... I keep thinking, is it relevant? I almost didn't want to finish it. It was too slow and not enough mystery for me to look forward, but I remember the blurb... there is going to be something... so I kept on reading until... Rachel discovered... A tape recorder. With a message. A past. About her parents. About her dad, and it was.... *gasp*

    Patience is a virtue. When you get to "that" chapter you won't be able to put this book down. It is a good start for a new dystopian series.

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 13, 2010

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    Reviewed by Karin Librarian for TeensReadToo.com

    Rachel has lived on The Property since before she can remember. Her mother works for Ms. Moore, the owner, as a housekeeper of the large house. Rachel enjoys living far from town and away from the strong governmental control most other people must suffer. People living in towns deal with unfair and random taxes and, when they can't pay, are taken to jail.

    Most people would hate living on The Property because it backs up to The Line, a small section of the National Border Defense System that separates the people of the Unified States from Away and the Others. The Line is an invisible barrier that can only be crossed if the government grants permission and deactivates The Line.

    Rachel doesn't feel fear when she thinks of Away. She even tried to cross it once, but simply bounced back from The Line and landed flat on her back.

    Rachel's quiet life is turned upside down when two things happen.

    First, she finds a battered digital voice recorder with a partial message requesting help. Then, during a trip to town with her mother for the weekly supplies, they witness the arrest of a woman her mother recognizes.

    Rachel discovers she doesn't know her mother as well as she thought she did, that Ms. Moore has some unbelievable secrets, and the Away and the Others are closer than she thinks. She must use her wits and bravery to get through a dangerous and exciting time in order to save an important historical document and people she doesn't even know.

    THE LINE by Teri Hall is a fascinating dystopian novel full of strong female characters and a dark, creepy plot. The end, while a bit abrupt, is satisfying. Readers will definitely want to read more about the adventures Rachel is sure to find. The author leaves the story completely open for a sequel, and I for one can't wait to read it.

    The synopsis isn't the only thing I found intriguing about THE LINE. Just take a look at the cover and tell me you don't want to read it! Fantastic art choice!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 1, 2014

    LOVE

    Starts out a bit slow, but once you get into it, you cant put it down! This series and the divergent series are definitely must-reads!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 7, 2013

    I recently read The Line by Teri Hall and found that I was drawn

    I recently read The Line by Teri Hall and found that I was drawn in immediately. In this book, a young girl is fascinated by the National Border Security that runs pretty much right through her backyard. While learning more about The Line, she also gets a look into the past which has set the course for her life. A past that she never knew existed. You should read this book because it is an easy read, the portrayal of the U.S. as a dystopia is extremely intriguing, and the ending will make you want to pick up the sequel right away.
    At 219 pages, this book is not very difficult to finish within a few days, but there is no lack in the formation of a great plot. The characters were fully developed and the events were both interesting and plausible. In the story, the U.S. was portrayed as a dystopia. Totalitarian government had taken over and a National Border Security was put into place to keep other countries out. I enjoyed the constant state of wonder that I was put into while reading. Thinking about what countries in today’s society could take the place of the countries in the book. As for the ending, at first I was disappointed that I wouldn’t know what happened when all was said and done immediately, but then I realized that the ending was perfect. It gave me a strong desire to pick up the sequel. I can’t wait to see what becomes of Rachel and you won’t be able to wait either!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 5, 2013

    Read Now

    I am just waiting for Teri Hall to write another book after The Line and Away. I love this series and will read it over and over again just for the thrill of reading it. This is officialy my favprite book/series in the history of books.
    I rate........ 1000000000000000000000000000000. Really, Read this book if you like to read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 14, 2012

    5 ****

    Make me wonder what a streamer is!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 9, 2012

    Good but needs its own dictionary for made up terms

    Was a little hard to follow some of the terms she made up for things (digim/photo streamer/tv?skype?computer?telephone? genid/genetic identification ) had to asume what they were and took away from the reading hoping you were assuming correctly. Other than that it was a quick fun read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 24, 2012

    The Line

    this book waz sooooo good!!!! i waz kinda mad that it is a cliff hanger. i want 2 read the next book soo freaking bad!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 3, 2012

    kinda slow but good

    This book was good. It mainly is about how The Line came into their world and why its there. It doesn't start to get REALLY good until the end. When it ended i was like UGH!!! I NEED TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT! lol. i really liked this book. its kinda slow tho.

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  • Posted February 5, 2012

    Interesting read

    I enjoyed this book the most the first time I read it but still not bad for a second read. I found the world Teri Hall created interesting. I enjoyed the second book even more.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 26, 2012

    Cant wait to read sequel!!!!! So great!!!

    Good

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 16, 2012

    D Omg so good

    I luv it!!!!!!!!





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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 6, 2012

    Omg

    I heard this qas a great book just like the hunger games:)

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