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Sometime in the future, after devastating wars and fires, a lonely, windswept island in the north is populated solely by women. Among these women is a group of teenaged Trackers—expert equestrians and archers—whose job is to protect their shores from the enemy. The enemy, they’ve been told, is men.

 

When these girls come upon a partially buried home from the distant past, they are fascinated by the strange objects—high-heeled shoes, teen magazines, make-up—found...

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Overview


Sometime in the future, after devastating wars and fires, a lonely, windswept island in the north is populated solely by women. Among these women is a group of teenaged Trackers—expert equestrians and archers—whose job is to protect their shores from the enemy. The enemy, they’ve been told, is men.

 

When these girls come upon a partially buried home from the distant past, they are fascinated by the strange objects—high-heeled shoes, teen magazines, make-up—found there.  What are they to make of these mysterious things, which introduce a world they have never known? And what does it mean for their strict society where friendship is forbidden and rules must be obeyed—at all costs?

 

Reminiscent of The Giver but with a feminist twist, Nomansland is a powerful, shocking story that will challenge young readers’ perspectives and provoke much discussion over the timely and controversial issues presented.



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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Hauge's debut sketches a gray, cruel dystopian future where the trappings of 21st-century life (a tin of Altoids, glossy magazines) become mysteries, temptations, and symbols. On the isolated, female-only island of Foundland, Keller and her fellow Novices live a harsh subsistence life of iron-fisted regulations (no friendships, no secrets, no physical affection) and violent punishment for transgressions while training to protect their land against the feared invasion of men. When fellow Novice Laing finds a stash of forbidden objects from the Time Before, the girls can't help becoming enraptured with the clothes, makeup, and mirrors. Though the writing style is flat and unemotional, reflecting Keller's colorless world, Hauge offers a gripping study of nature versus nurture through Keller's innate desire for a friend and her struggle to reconcile her upbringing with her inclinations. There's a permeating chill in Keller's barren life that seeps out of the book and into the reader's bones: "The rare, easy weather arrives and disappears without warning, just the same way happiness can, descending, then dissolving, then gone." Ages 12-up. (July)
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“Vividly imagined.”—The New York Times Book Review

 

“This postapocalyptic novel will grab you from the first page and hold you long past the last. . . . [Debut author] Lesley Hauge raises provocative questions about the value of beauty, who determines it and the ramifications of absolute authority.”—Jennifer Brown, Shelf Awareness

 

“In Nomansland by Lesley Hauge, teenage girls protect their makeup-and mirror-free island against the enemy—men (a sequel is already in the works).”—Publishers Weekly, in a feature on Dystopian Fiction.

“Secrets revealed make for a compelling emotional journey.”—Kirkus Reviews

 

“What Hauge really offers today’s readers . . .  is the chance to look afresh at the strangeness of contemporary cultural artifacts we take for granted.”—The Horn Book Magazine

“Hauge offers a gripping study of nature versus nurture.”—Publishers Weekly

 

“I loved this story of discovery, secrets, and rebellion. Nomansland is an extraordinarily gutsy and intelligent read that will keep readers thinking long after they reach the last page.”—Jocelyn Koehler, Bookseller, Boswell Book Company (Milwaukee, WI)

Nomansland challenges the ways we think about our world by examining it through the lens of brainwashed and disillusioned teenagers looking for answers. Hauge stands every cultural norm on its head. . . .  Extremely compelling. The author put forth completely new interpretations of how our popular culture affects us and what it could mean years from now.”—SLJ Teen, an online newsletter from School Library Journal

 

“A stunningly bleak and desperate portrayal is effectively wrought here through eloquent prose, creating an atmosphere steeped in deception and mystery.”—The Bulletin of the Center for Children’s Books

“Hauge is a fine writer and has a light hand with minor characters, and the nasty ones are especially well wrought.”—School Library Journal

Children's Literature - Lois Rubin Gross
Although this may be a teen novel with teen main characters, it is a thought-provoking story with the potential to be a teen or teen/parent book club selection. Yes, the theme has been used before. Foundland is a post-apocalyptic island populated solely by women. Beyond the borders of Foundland lies a nation of Enemies, presumably men, who are feared but seldom seen. A Committee leads Foundland with strict rules of behavior that eschew vanity, personal friendships, and knowledge of the time before the Turbulence. The group of young women who are the center of the book are novice Trackers, trained to protect the community from enemy males. But being teens, hard-wired rebelliousness overcomes their training and they indulge in vain pursuits led by Laing, a beautiful blonde rebel with a penchant for leading rule-abiding Keller astray. Keller, the morally conflicted center of the story, is drawn to Laing and wants desperately to be accepted by her even as she risks an exalted future as heir apparent to the Chair of the Committee. Much as Scott Westerfeld's Uglies did, Nomansland sets up questions about the price of personal vanity, whether loyalty to social ideals trumps personal responsibility, and what behavior constitutes social deviance. Only one question bothered me. Young women who deviated from the social norms are impregnated with sperm from a found sperm lab. Why would a society that prizes conformity want to perpetuate the genetics of deviance? It's a question to ponder in a well-written book for thoughtful readers. Reviewer: Lois Rubin Gross
VOYA - Cynthia Winfield
Foundland is home to an independent community of self-sufficient women who eke out an existence upon land poisoned centuries ago when Tribulation brought fire raining down upon the earth, destroying life as they (the Old People, from the Time Before) knew it. Defending their settlement from mutants, deviants, and men, the women closely monitor menstrual cycles and systematically inseminate when a fertility wave hits, farm the rocky land when it emerges from beneath the snow, and indoctrinate youth in the mythology of their society. Narrated by Keller, a young woman training to be a Tracker, the story reveals a culture without manufactured color, precision building tools, or frivolity of any sort. Cute names ending in -i or -y are not allowed, nor are friendships or books; however, a Librarian is responsible for stacks of collected pages stored in wire cages from which images and complete stories have been almost fully redacted. Artifacts from the Time Before are valued, so when a member of Keller's patrol shares the location of an Old People's underground dwelling, the girls of the patrol delight in sneaking off to sift through the magazines and trinkets, play dress-up with the clothes, and flirt with the mirror. Keller's vigilance against error and the society's bleakness imbue the novel with a gloom that may dampen reader enthusiasm for what would otherwise be an intriguing view of a possible future. Hauge's artfully crafted tale reveals a complex society in decline that is compelling for its possibilities and failures. Reviewer: Cynthia Winfield
School Library Journal
Gr 7 Up—Keller is a teenage tracker-in-training in a future dystopia where no men are allowed. All vanity has been abolished, and even friendships are forbidden. Keller is alienated and, at first, mildly dissatisfied with her hardscrabble existence. She and her fellow novices find a buried tract house from the time before, and discover makeup, fashion magazines, and flattering clothing. Meanwhile, their elders are hot on the trail of this discovery, as objects from the time before are coveted as talismans of power. And that's about it—the plot is dry and eventless. Hauge is a fine writer and has a light hand with minor characters, and the nasty ones are especially well wrought. The sober, economical prose sets a steady pace and dismal mood. However, Keller's arc from discomfort to rebelliousness is more show than tell. Unfortunately, this stock combination of Margaret Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale (Random, 1989) and Lois Lowry's The Giver (Houghton, 1993) isn't half as emotionally affecting as either novel. In fact, the dystopian stereotypes—bad weather, possible Others beyond the borders, colorless everything—dilute an otherwise fine narrative. No amount of solid prose can save this book from itself. Teens waiting for Suzanne Collins's Mockingjay (Scholastic, 2010) won't find much distraction here.—Johanna Lewis, New York Public Library
Kirkus Reviews
Long after the destruction of society, a tribe of Amazons lives an ascetic life. Along with the other young women of her community, Keller longs to become a Tracker, guarding the borders from mutant, deviant men. She doesn't want to be dragged into political machinations: not those of her secret-keeping teachers; nor those of the ruling Committee who decide when the girls will be impregnated; nor those of the other Novice Trackers' prohibited cliques. The most popular of the Novices, Laing, has discovered a cache of secrets and is reveling in its forbidden discoveries: press-on fingernails, names that end in i and y, makeup, social manipulation. Meanwhile, the all-powerful Committee Chair publicly flaunts a different taboo femininity, riding sidesaddle in Victorian garb. Oddly, the girls relate exclusively to glamorous 20th-/21st-century Western models, although the limited sources available to them also portray young girls, athletes and women in niqab. Nevertheless, secrets revealed make for a compelling emotional journey for Keller in this possible series opener, despite the incongruous obsession with 21st-century mores. (Dystopian science fiction. 11-13)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429950206
  • Publisher: Henry Holt and Co. (BYR)
  • Publication date: 6/22/2010
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 256
  • Sales rank: 1,352,083
  • Age range: 12 - 18 Years
  • Lexile: 890L (what's this?)
  • File size: 234 KB

Meet the Author


Lesley Hauge was born in England and raised in Zimbabwe. She lived in Norway for many years before moving to her current home in Brooklyn, NY. This is her first novel.
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CHAPTER ONE

TODAY AMOS, our Instructor, keeps us waiting. Our horses grow impatient, stamping and snorting and tossing their heads. When she does appear, she looks even thinner than usual, her bald head bowed into the wind.

"Tie a knot in your reins," she barks. "And do not touch them again until I tell you."

She has not greeted us and this is the only thing she says. Under her arm she carries a bundle of switches, and our unease is further transmitted to the restless horses. It is some years since our palms last blistered with that sudden stripe of pain, a slash from those slender wooden sticks to help us learn what we must know. We’ve learned not to transgress in those girlish ways anymore. As we get older, there seem to be other ways to get things wrong, and other punishments.

Amos goes from rider to rider, pulling a switch from the bundle as she goes, passing each switch through our elbows so that it sits in the crooks of them and lies suspended across our backs. We must balance them thus for the whole of this morning’s instruction. For good mea sure, Amos tells us to remove our feet from the stirrups as well, so that our legs dangle free and we have nothing to secure us to our horses other than our balance.

"You are my Novices and you will learn to sit up straight if it is the last thing I teach you." She picks up her own long whip and tells the leader to walk on. We proceed from the yard in single file.

Already the dull pain above my left eye has begun. The anxiety of not knowing what will happen should my switch slip from my clenched elbows, the desperation to get it right, not to get it wrong, throbs in my skull. If we can get away with it, we exchange glances that tell each other our backs have already begun to ache.

The cold has come and the air has turned into icy gauze. In response to the chill wind under his tail, the leader’s horse sidles and skitters, then lowers his head. I wonder if he will buck. Today the leader is Laing. Will she be able to stay on if he does buck? What will be the penalty if she falls? Perhaps a barefoot walk across the frosted fields to bring in the brood mares, or being made to clean the tack outdoors with hands wet from the icy water in the trough. At least we are now spared the usual revolting punishment of cleaning the latrines, a task or punishment that falls to other, lesser workers.

But there is nothing to worry about. Laing is also a Novice like me, but she is far more gifted. She’s what you might call a natural.

"Concentrate on your center of balance." Amos stands in the middle of the arena and pokes at the sawdust with the handle of her whip, not looking at us as we circle her. From her pocket she takes out her little tin box of tobacco and cigarette papers. With one hand still holding the whip, she uses the other hand to roll the flimsy paper and tamp the tobacco into it. Then she clamps the cigarette between her thin lips.

In my mind I have her fused with tobacco. Her skin is the color of it; she smells of it. I even imagine her bones yellowed by it, and indeed her scrawny frame seems to draw its very sustenance from it. She appears never to have had hair and her eyes are amber, like a cat’s. She rarely eats, just smokes her cigarettes one after the other. Where does she get the illicit tobacco from? And the papers? And from where does she get the courage to do something so disobedient so openly? It is a mystery, but a mystery that we would never dare question. And the little painted tin box in which she keeps her tobacco is another mystery. It is a found object from the Time Before, made by the Old People, who were not like us. "Altoids," it says on the lid. None of us knows what it means.

Amos has had to drop the whip in order to light the cigarette, but it’s swiftly back in her hand. She sends a lazy flick, the lash moving serpentlike across the sawdust to sting the hocks of my horse.

How does a serpent move? I am not supposed to know because we have never seen such a thing in our land. They do not exist here.

And yet I do know. I know because I read forbidden pages and I saw a forbidden image upon those pages. I saw the creature entwined in the branches of a tree. And I read the words: Now the serpent was more subtil than any beast of the field which the LORD God had made. And he said unto the woman, Yea, hath God said, Ye shall not eat of every tree of the garden?

When I handed those pages back, the Librarian turned white with worry at what she had done, for it was she who had mistakenly given me those pages. But this is how I know things. I know a great deal because I am one of the few who likes to read the pages. There are piles upon piles, all stored, as if they were living things, in wire cages in the Library. No one really likes it that I visit the Library so often, but then there is no real rule that forbids it either. I knew never to tell anyone I had read something not meant for my eyes. I think we are all getting better at keeping secrets. I should be careful what I think about in case it somehow shows.

Amos must have seen me watching her. "Trot on," she says. "You look like a sack of potatoes." Again her whip stings my horse and he lurches forward, but she says nothing more, only narrowing her eyes through her own smoke as my horse blunders into the others, who have not speeded up. For a moment there is clumsy confusion as some of the horses muddle about and her silence tells us how stupid we all are, particularly me.

Amos was once one of the best Trackers we have ever had. From her we will learn how to use our crossbows, how to aim from the back of a galloping horse, to turn the animal with just the merest shift of one’s weight. We are getting closer and closer to what will eventually be our real work as Trackers: guarding the borders of our Foundland, assassinating the enemy so that they might not enter and contaminate us. We are women alone upon an island and we have been this way for hundreds of years, ever since the devastation brought about by Tribulation. There are no men in our territory. They are gone. They either died out after Tribulation or they just moved on to parts unknown. As for those who live beyond our borders, the mutants and the deviants, the men who might try to return, we do not allow them in. No man may defile us or enter our community. We fend for ourselves. There are no deviants or mutants among us. No soiled people live here. We are an island of purity and purpose. We must atone for the sins of the people from the Time Before—they who brought about Tribulation.

Our future duties as Trackers seem a lifetime away. For now there is just this: the need to keep my back straight, the need to keep my horse moving forward.

BY THE TIME we get into the tack room to finish the day’s cleaning, it has started to snow properly. The horses are all in for the day, brushed down and dozing, waiting for their feed.

The tack room is one of my favorite places. It is a long, low building made of mud and wattle, with a thatched roof and a floor made of yellow pine planks that must have been pulled from some pile of found objects made by the Old People, before Tribulation. Their surface is so smooth, so shiny, not like the rough surfaces we live with most of the time.

The room smells of saddle soap and I love to look at the rows of gleaming saddles and bridles on their pegs. They are precious things. I run my hand over the leather, making sure that no one sees me doing this. Sensuality is one of the Seven Pitfalls: Reflection, Decoration, Coquetry, Triviality, Vivacity, Compliance, and Sensuality. It is, we are told, a system to keep us from the worst in ourselves, and has been thought out by all the leaders of the Committee over all the years we have been forging our lives.

The trouble is that these things are so devilishly hard to watch out for, or even to separate from one another ("which is why they are called Pitfalls," says Parsons, one of the House keepers).

Outside the snow flurries and whirls with its own silent energy, and I catch sight of my face in the darkening window. Reflection: I have fallen into two Pitfalls in as many minutes. Nonetheless I stare at it, my eyes large and frightened in this defiance; the broad nose and the wide mouth; my face framed by my wild, coarse black hair, cut to regulation length. I am one of the few whose hair still grows thick.

The Prefect in charge has pulled up a stool in front of the stove in the corner, although she keeps turning to look in my direction.

"Keller!" But she doesn’t bother to move from her cozy spot.

I drop my gaze to my work, rinsing the metal bits in a bucket of water, which is cold and disgusting now with the greenish scum of horse saliva and strands of floating grass.

The door opens and some of the snow blows in. Laing comes in too, stamping the snow off her boots. She is carrying a saddle, which she loads onto its peg.

Laing is, and no other word suffices, beautiful. We are not allowed to say these things, of course, but everyone knows it. She has a sheaf of silver-blond hair, albeit only regulation length, but even more abundant than mine. She is, if anything, slightly taller than I am. Although her complexion is pale, she has surprising black eyebrows and eyelashes that frame eyes so dark blue that in certain light they almost seem violet. Her carriage indicates the way she is, haughty and rather full of herself. She takes a moment to stare, both at me and the mess in the bucket, and says, "You should get some clean water."

"I’m almost done," I answer, but she is already walking away. "Laing, do you want to wait up and then we can walk back to the Dwellings together?" I don’t know why I suggest this. Although she is in my Patrol, I would not exactly call Laing my friend. We are not allowed friends, anyway.

She stops and turns quite slowly, quite deliberately, and says with what I can only say is some peculiar mixture of determination and exultation, "My name is not Laing." She hesitates for only a moment and then hisses, "It is Brandi."

Glancing back to make sure the Prefect does not see us, she advances toward the window, which is now steamed up with condensation. She catches my eye and begins to write the word BRANDI on the window-pane.

It is all I can do not to gasp at the sin of it, the forbidden i or y endings to our names and indeed the very falsehood of it. There’s no way in hell she could be called that name. But there it is, written for all to see, in trickling letters on the windowpane. I am so shocked that I do not even move to rub it out, surely the prudent thing to do. But she knows how far she can go, and before I can move, she sweeps her hand over the forbidden name, leaving nothing more than a wet arc on the steamy surface. She turns and suddenly smiles at me and puts her finger to her lips.

"Our secret," she says. "I’ll meet you outside when you’ve finished."

I look quickly at the mark in the window where she wrote the name, willing it to steam back up again. If the Prefect asks what we were doing, messing about back here, I will be hard put to make up anything.

After drying and polishing the remaining few bits and buckling them back into the bridles, my heart is pounding and my fingers do not work as fast as they should. The throbbing above my left eye, which had eased, returns.

For there was something else that Laing had displayed, not just the peculiar, transgressive name marked on the window, but something I couldn’t even place or classify. When she wrote the name on the window, I saw something completely new to me.

There, on her finger, was an extremely long, single curved fingernail painted a shade of dark pink that somehow also sparkled with gold. When she held her finger to her lips, it was that finger she showed me, the nail like some kind of polished, spangled talon.

I have never seen anything like it.

Excerpted from Nomansland by Lesley Hauge.
Copyright 2010 by Lesley Hauge.
Published in 2010 by Henry Holt and Company.
All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.

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Reading Group Guide

Discussion Questions:

1. Nomansland opens with a quote from John Wyndham’s The Chrysalids. Do some

research on The Chrysalids. Why do you think the author chose this quote? Is it a

fitting quotation for the book?

2. In what ways is the society the girls live in similar to ours? In what ways does it

differ?

3. Keller considers being a tracker to be the best job in the community. Do you agree

or disagree? What are some of the pros and cons?

4. Why are the objects found in the house from the time before considered

dangerous? Make a list of all the items the girls find and discuss why each item

would pose a danger to their society.

5. Describe Laing and Keller’s relationship. Despite the fact that it is forbidden

would you say they are truly friends?

6. Amos says to Keller on page 240, “A single idea, a narrow intent, is not enough to

hold so many unique lives together.” What does she mean by this and why does

she share this thought with Keller.

7. What conclusions can you draw from the fact that Mrs. Windsor indulges in so

many of the Pitfalls that are forbidden to the girls. What does this tell you about

their society as a whole?

8. On page 227 Amos and Smith tell Keller “If you want to keep your power you

must invent an enemy.” What reasons would Committee Members have for

inventing an enemy? What would they gain?

9. Both Amos and Smith have secret relationships with the enemy, man. What do

these relationships tell us about the women?

10. Why does Mrs. Windsor take such an interest in Keller? What makes her so much

more intriguing then the other girls?11. Why do Amos and Smith choose to help Keller escape? What conflicting

emotions does Keller have about escaping? Why does she feel this way?

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  • Posted March 4, 2012

    Only gave it a one because I couldn't give it a ZERO

    Misinformed Bible bashing, feminist trash. Don't waste your money, I read about half way through, was bored out of my mind the whole time and then reached the point where the undeveloped characters start bashing the Bible, shut the book and took it back to B&N because I won't waste my money on such nonsense. Lesley Hauge please let this be your LAST book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 25, 2012

    I just found this a fascinating story; set in distant future; bu

    I just found this a fascinating story; set in distant future; but with all the difficult questions that girls face in our time.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 6, 2012

    more from this reviewer

    When I first saw the summary for Nomansland a while back I was a

    When I first saw the summary for Nomansland a while back I was awfully excited; I love weird dystopian societies. But I saw Kristi's less than enthusiastic review (along with a few other reviews) and tempered myself; it wasn't going to be as good as I initially hoped. I still wanted to read it.

    Honestly, I don't think it was worth the read. I read it in one sitting, but that's only because the book itself is so very small. In 243 pages, Lesley sets forth what has the potential to be this intriguing dystopian society where women rule and men are nonexistent, but she crams too much into a short period of time.

    You learn little about the most interesting characters, and relationships are so hastily made that they're hard to believe. The society itself doesn't make much sense because nothing is elaborated on or explained. The only reason I related to the main character was because I was as confused by everything going as she was.

    Even when they find the relics from times past - make up, high heels - they seem to figure out what they're meant for automatically. If they really are so disconnected from what people used to be, they shouldn't have. They should assume that high heels are some weird sort of glove-weapon or something, even if there are images to help them. (And even so, how do you figure out that mascara is meant for your eyelashes? It could have been for anything.)

    All in all, everything moved quickly and I was left with a feeling of indifference at the end of it. The world and the characters had potential, but they weren't elaborated on, and I ended up not really caring.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 18, 2012

    Bad Ending

    As my dad used to say; "I like what your trying to do" This book has a good idea but its pretty boring and no action whatsoever. Ithink a love story would have been a bit better. The ending did not feel final and was not sad or happy. Three stars.

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  • Posted June 7, 2010

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    Great Dystopian YA lit

    Keller is training to be a Tracker, those who patrol the outer ridges of Foundland for the enemy. In this case, the enemy is Men. Keller lives in a society of only women, hard work, and survival. No one is permitted to have fancy first names, and all must adhere to the Seven Pitfalls (much like the seven deadly sins) if they do not want to be punished. It is a dreary, boring life, but it is all Keller knows. Until one night, when fellow Patrol member Laing takes her to a hidden underground house from the Time Before, and it is filled with colorful magazines of women and men wearing and doing things Keller has never seen before. Suddenly everything Keller knows about life is tipped upside down, and she must quickly find the strength to carry on with or without the answers she seeks.

    I thought Nomansland was fascinating dystopian YA lit. Lesley Huage portrayed a bleak, grim picture of a possible future - one not only without men, but also without so many material things to keep people happy. I was surprised at how seriously this book took itself, keeping with the strong biblical references to Eve and the snake. I am also always surprised at how strict the rules are in these imagined dystopian communities. So harsh! Keller's character is deep and incredibly well written. She goes from being completely compliant of her place in life, to thinking on her own and making her own wise decisions. I kept trying to imagine myself in Keller's position and wondered if I could have been as strong as she was. Hauge has written a fantastic book for teen girls to read and share with each other. I will be keeping my eyes peeled for more from this author!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 14, 2013

    Why was this written?

    This is an cool book and all but really... why was it written? There wasn't much of plot, no action/fighting scenes, and no romace. I liked the idea of it and the summary got me excited but honestly... it could have been mindblowing. This isn't the best book but it is definitely an interesting read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 13, 2013

    Love it

    It is a very good woman pride book. I thing it is a very good book but i did not like the ending. The ending would be like way beter if there was a second book. Grate for peiple who wont an interesting book and kinda a mistory when the girl find the lost things.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 20, 2013

    Test

    Test

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 21, 2012

    Half

    Im about mid way through the book and i can say that the idew is good, but geting to the point of the novel in proving to be a slow process. I wish a little bit more action was in the book...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 29, 2012

    Great story bad ending

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  • Posted April 17, 2011

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    Nomansland

    The year is sometime in the future. The place is Foundland, an island somewhere north. There has been some kind of apocolypse, but either no one knows, or no one is telling, what exactly happened. Foundland is populated by the select few. The females that have not mutated. They are taught to depend on no one but their community. They hunt, farm, and have special trackers to watch and chase off the men that may find their shores.

    While I found the story interesting, there was a little too much mystery about the circumstances leading up to the community on Foundland. As the young women the story focuses on, Liang and Keller, find a house full of artifacts from the time before (the apocolypse). They are amazed to see photos and make-up and start visiting more and more often, which is strictly forbidden.

    As the girls try to avoid being caught sneaking away, committee members are looking for the very thing the girls already found. An interesting look into a controlled community, but not enough detail or follow through to really catch my interest.

    3/5

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  • Posted September 2, 2010

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    Reviewed by Melanie Foust for TeensReadToo.com

    Keller has been born and raised in Foundland, an island composed entirely of women. She, along with everyone on the island, has learned of the pitfalls - reflection, decoration, coquetry, triviality, vivacity, compliance, and sensuality. She normally follows the rules, her accidental glimpse of an image (which is forbidden) while in the library aside. She is a tracker, currently in training to help keep the enemy away, if it ever dares set foot on Foundland. The enemy? Man.

    Then Laing, a fellow tracker, shares with Keller a forbidden dwelling from the time before. She and a few others begin to frequent the place, silently sneaking away from their dwellings, being careful not to get caught. Keller is torn. The things they see and do are against everything they've been taught, but the forbidden images, of women and men from the past whose lives look so different from her own, compel her.

    Strange things begin to happen, and the world as Keller knows it is changing rapidly. She will have to find out who she is and who she should trust. Her decisions will change her life, irrevocably.

    Debut author Lesley Hauge's dystopian novel takes readers into a world where women's values are very different. In this world, friendship is something to be avoided, a sign of weakness. Love and family are foreign concepts. I kept waiting for a man to swoop in and save the day, but no. This is a story about female strengths and weaknesses, of self-discovery and finding out what you'll do when you think no one is watching.

    Suspenseful and thought-provoking, NOMANSLAND is a book that will spark many conversations amongst its readers.

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    Posted May 28, 2012

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