Unremembered (Unremembered Trilogy Series #1)by Jessica Brody
When Freedom Airlines flight 121 went down over the Pacific Ocean, no one ever expected to find survivors. Which is why the sixteen-year-old girl discovered floating among the wreckage—alive—is making headlines across the globe.
Even more strange is that her body is miraculously unharmed and she has no memories of boarding the plane. She has no/p>
When Freedom Airlines flight 121 went down over the Pacific Ocean, no one ever expected to find survivors. Which is why the sixteen-year-old girl discovered floating among the wreckage—alive—is making headlines across the globe.
Even more strange is that her body is miraculously unharmed and she has no memories of boarding the plane. She has no memories of her life before the crash. She has no memories period. No one knows how she survived. No one knows why she wasn't on the passenger manifest. And no one can explain why her DNA and fingerprints can't be found in a single database in the world.
Crippled by a world she doesn't know, plagued by abilities she doesn't understand, and haunted by a looming threat she can't remember, Seraphina struggles to piece together her forgotten past and discover who she really is. But with every clue only comes more questions. And she's running out of time to answer them.
Her only hope is a strangely alluring boy who claims to know her from before the crash. Who claims they were in love. But can she really trust him? And will he be able to protect her from the people who have been making her forget?
From popular young adult author Jessica Brody, Unremembered is the start of a compelling and suspenseful new sci-fi series, set in a world where science knows no boundaries, memories are manipulated, and true love can never be forgotten.
“[Teens] will have a hard time putting this book down.” School Library Journal
“Fast-paced and sure to satisfy romance-oriented readers.” Kirkus Reviews
“Undeniable appeal.” BCCB
“The first in Brody's new science-fiction series should snare enough attention to have folks tapping their feet for the sequel.” Booklist
“Unremembered is a story brimming with mystery and suspense, star-crossed love and mad scientists. I felt like a detective putting together the pieces of Seraphina's forgotten past right along with her, and the masterful way the puzzle was finally revealed left me speechless.” Marissa Meyer, New York Times bestselling author of the Lunar Chronicles
“Intriguing and fast-paced, Unremembered kept me turning pages with plot twists and a fascinating heroine worth rooting for. Seraphina and her quest to unlock the secrets of her past kept me guessing at every turn. I can't wait for the next book!” Mary E. Pearson, author of The Jenna Fox Chronicles
“Unremembered is an awesome book! I was pulling for Seraphina from the opening chapters, and couldn't wait to read what happened next--and I LOVED the twist at the end.” P.C. Cast, New York Times Bestselling author of the House of Night series
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By Jessica Brody
Farrar, Straus and GirouxCopyright © 2013 Jessica Brody Entertainment, LLC
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Today is the only day I remember. Waking up in that ocean is all I have. The rest is empty space. Although I don't know how far back that space goes—how many years it spans. That's the thing about voids: they can be as short as the blink of an eye, or they can be infinite. Consuming your entire existence in a flash of meaningless white. Leaving you with nothing.
Every second that ticks by is new. Every feeling that pulses through me is foreign. Every thought in my brain is like nothing I've ever thought before. And all I can hope for is one moment that mirrors an absent one. One fleeting glimpse of familiarity.
Something that makes me ... me.
Otherwise, I could be anyone.
Forgetting who you are is so much more complicated than simply forgetting your name. It's also forgetting your dreams. Your aspirations. What makes you happy. What you pray you'll never have to live without. It's meeting yourself for the first time, and not being sure of your first impression.
After the rescue boat docked, I was brought here. To this room. Men and women in white coats flutter in and out. They stick sharp things in my arm. They study charts and scratch their heads. They poke and prod and watch me for a reaction. They want something to be wrong with me. But I assure them that I'm fine. That I feel no pain.
The fog around me has finally lifted. Objects are crisp and detailed. My head no longer feels as though it weighs a hundred pounds. In fact, I feel strong. Capable. Anxious to get out of this bed. Out of this room with its unfamiliar chemical smells. But they won't let me. They insist I need more time.
From the confusion I see etched into their faces, I'm pretty sure it's they who need the time.
They won't allow me to eat any real food. Instead they deliver nutrients through a tube in my arm. It's inserted directly into my vein. Inches above a thick white plastic bracelet with the words Jane Doe printed on it in crisp black letters.
I ask them why I need to be here when I'm clearly not injured. I have no visible wounds. No broken bones. I wave my arms and turn my wrists and ankles in wide circles to prove my claim. But they don't respond. And this infuriates me.
After a few hours, they determine that I'm sixteen years old. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to react to this information. I don't feel sixteen. But then again, how do I know what sixteen feels like? How do I know what any age feels like?
And how can I be sure that they're right? For all I know, they could have just made up that number. But they assure me that they have qualified tests. Specialists. Experts. And they all say the same thing.
That I'm sixteen.
The tests can't tell me my name, though. They can't tell me where I'm from. Where I live. Who my family is. Or even my favorite color.
And no matter how many "experts" they shuttle in and out of this room, no one can seem to explain why I'm the only survivor of the kind of plane crash no one survives.
They talk about something called a passenger manifest. I've deduced that it's a kind of master list. A register of everyone who boarded the plane.
I've also deduced that I'm not on it.
And that doesn't seem to be going over very well with anyone.
A man in a gray suit, who identifies himself as Mr. Rayunas from Social Services, says he's trying to locate my next of kin. He carries around a strange-looking metal device that he calls a cell phone. He holds it up to his ear and talks. He also likes to stare at it and stab at tiny buttons on its surface. I don't know what my "next of kin" is, but by the look on his face, he's having trouble locating it.
He whispers things to the others. Things I'm assuming he doesn't want me to hear. But I hear them anyway. Foreign, unfamiliar words like "foster care" and "the press" and "minor." Every so often they all pause and glance over at me. They shake their heads. Then they continue whispering.
There's a woman named Kiyana who comes in every hour. She has dark skin and speaks with an accent that makes it sound like she's singing. She wears pink. She smiles and fluffs my pillow. Presses two fingers against my wrist. Writes stuff down on a clipboard. I've come to look forward to her visits. She's kinder than the others. She takes the time to talk to me. Ask me questions. Real ones. Even though she knows I don't have any of the answers.
"You're jus' so beautiful," she says to me, tapping her finger tenderly against my cheek. "Like one of those pictures they airbrush for the fashion magazines, you know?"
I don't know. But I offer her a weak smile regardless. For some reason, it feels like an appropriate response.
"Not a blemish," she goes on. "Not one flaw. When you get your memory back, you're gonna have to tell me your secret, love." Then she winks at me.
I like that she says when and not if.
Even though I don't remember learning those words, I understand the difference.
"And those eyes," she croons, moving in closer. "I've never seen such a color. Lavender, almos'." She pauses, thinking, and leans closer still. "No. Violet." She smiles like she's stumbled upon a long-lost secret. "I bet that's your name. Violet. Ring any bells?"
I shake my head. Of course it doesn't.
"Well," she says, straightening the sheets around my bed, "I'm gonna call you that anyway. Jus' until you remember the real one. Much nicer soundin' than Jane Doe."
She takes a step back, tilts her head to the side. "Sucha pretty girl. Do you even remember whatcha look like, love?"
I shake my head again.
She smiles softly. Her eyes crinkle at the corners. "Hang on then. I'll show you."
She leaves the room. Returns a moment later with an oval-shaped mirror. Light bounces off it as she walks to my bedside. She holds it up.
A face appears in the light pink frame.
One with long and sleek honey-brown hair. Smooth golden skin. A small, straight nose. Heart-shaped mouth. High cheekbones. Large, almond-shaped purple eyes.
"Yes, that's you," she says. And then, "You musta been a model. Such perfection."
But I don't see what she sees. I only see a stranger. A person I don't recognize. A face I don't know. And behind those eyes are sixteen years of experiences I fear I'll never be able to remember. A life held prisoner behind a locked door. And the only key has been lost at sea.
I watch purple tears form in the reflecting glass.CHAPTER 2
"Mystery continues to cloud the tragic crash of Freedom Airlines flight 121, which went down over the Pacific Ocean yesterday evening after taking off from Los Angeles International Airport on a nonstop journey to Tokyo, Japan. Experts are working around the clock to determine the identity of the flight's only known survivor, a sixteen-year-old girl who was found floating among the wreckage, relatively unharmed. Doctors at UCLA Medical Center, where she's being treated, confirm that the young woman has suffered severe amnesia and does not remember anything prior to the crash. There was no identification found on the girl and the Los Angeles Police have been unable to match her fingerprints or DNA to any government databases. According to a statement announced by the FAA earlier this morning, she was not believed to be traveling with family and no missing-persons reports matching her description have been filed.
"The hospital released this first photo of the girl just today, in the hope that someone with information will step forward. Authorities are optimistic that ..."
I stare at my face on the screen of the thin black box that hangs above my bed. Kiyana says it's called a television. The fact that I didn't know this disturbs me. Especially when she tells me that there's one in almost every household in the country.
The doctors say I should remember things like that. Although my personal memories seem to be "temporarily" lost, I should be familiar with everyday objects and brands and the names of celebrities. But I'm not.
I know words and cities and numbers. I like numbers. They feel real to me when everything around me is not. They are concrete. I can cling to them. I can't remember my own face but I know that the digits between one and ten are the same now as they were before I lost everything. I know I must have learned them at some point in my eclipsed life. And that's as close to a sense of familiarity as I've gotten.
I count to keep myself occupied. To keep my mind filled with something other than abandoned space. In counting I'm able to create facts. Items I can add to the paltry list of things that I know.
I know that someone named Dr. Schatzel visits my room every fifty-two minutes and carries a cup of coffee with him on every third visit. I know that the nurses' station is twenty to twenty-four footsteps away from my room, depending on the height of the person on duty. I know that the female newscaster standing on the curb at Los Angeles International Airport blinks fifteen times per minute. Except when she's responding to a question from the male newscaster back in the studio. Then her blinks increase by 133 percent.
I know that Tokyo, Japan, is a long way for a sixteen-year-old girl to be traveling by herself.
Kiyana enters my room and frowns at the screen. "Violet, baby," she says, pressing a button on the bottom that causes my face to dissolve to black, "watchin' that twenty-four-hour news coverage is not gonna do you any good. It'll only upset you more. Besides, it's gettin' late. And you've been up for hours now. Why doncha try to get some sleep?"
Defiantly I press the button on the small device next to my bed and the image of my face reappears.
Kiyana lets out a buoyant singsongy laugh. "Whoever you are, Miss Violet, I have a feelin' you were the feisty type."
I watch the television in silence as live footage from the crash site is played. A large rounded piece—with tiny oval-shaped windows running across it—fills the screen. The Freedom Airlines logo painted onto the side slowly passes by. I lean forward and study it, scrutinizing the curved red-and-blue font. I try to convince myself that it means something. That somewhere in my blank slate of a brain, those letters hold some kind of significance. But I fail to come up with anything.
Like the slivers of my fragmented memory, the debris is just another shattered piece that once belonged to something whole. Something that had meaning. Purpose. Function.
Now it's just a splinter of a larger picture that I can't fit together.
I collapse back against my pillow with a sigh.
"What if no one comes?" I ask quietly, still cringing at the unfamiliar sound of my own voice. It's like someone else in the room is speaking and I'm just mouthing the words.
Kiyana turns and looks at me, her eyes narrowed in confusion. "Whatcha talkin' about, love?"
"What if ..." The words feel crooked as they tumble out. "What if no one comes to get me? What if I don't have anyone?"
Kiyana lets out a laugh through her nose. "Now that's jus' foolishness. And I don't wanna hear it."
I open my mouth to protest but Kiyana closes it with the tips of her fingers. "Now, listen here, Violet," she says in a serious tone. "You're the mos' beautiful girl I've ever seen in all my life. And I've seen a lotta girls. You are special. And no one that special ever goes forgotten. It's been less than a day. Someone's gonna come for you. It's jus' a matter of time."
With a satisfied nod of her head and a squeeze of her fingers, she releases my lips and goes back to her routine.
"But what if I don't remember them when they do?"
Kiyana seems less concerned with this question than the last one. She smooths the sheets around my feet. "You will."
I don't know how she can be so confident when I couldn't even remember what a television was. "How?" I insist. "You heard the doctors. All of my personal memories are completely gone. My mind is one big empty void."
She makes a strange clucking sound with her tongue as she pats the bed. "That doesn't make any difference. Everybody knows the memories that really matter don't live in the mind."
I find her attempt at encouragement extremely unhelpful. It must show on my face because Kiyana pushes a button to recline my bed and says, "Don't be gettin' yourself all worked up, now. Why doncha rest up? It's been a long day."
"I'm not tired."
I watch her stick a long needle into the tube that's connected to my arm. "Here, love," she says tenderly. "This'll help."
I feel the drugs enter my bloodstream. Like heavy chunks of ice navigating a river.
Through the mist that's slowly cloaking my vision, I watch Kiyana exit the room. My eyelids are heavy. They droop. I fight the rising fatigue. I hate that they can control me so easily. It makes me feel helpless. Weak. Like I'm back in the middle of the ocean, floating aimlessly.
The room becomes fuzzy.
I see someone in the doorway. A silhouette. It moves toward me. Fast. Urgently. Then a voice. Deep and beautiful. But the sound is slightly distorted by whatever substance is pumping through my blood.
"Can you hear me? Please open your eyes."
Something warm touches my hand. Heat instantly floods my body. Like a fire spreading. A good kind of fire. A burn that seeks to heal me.
I fight to stay awake, wrestling against the haze. It's a losing battle.
"Please wake up." The voice is far away now. Fading fast.
I can barely see the face of a young man. A boy. Hovering inches above me. He blurs in and out of focus. I make out dark hair. Damp against his forehead. Warm maple eyes. A crooked smile.
And without thinking, without intention, I feel myself smiling back.
I open my mouth to speak but the words come out garbled. Half formed. Half conscious. "Do I know you?"
He squeezes my hand. "Yes. It's me. Do you remember?"
The answer comes before I can even attempt to respond. It echoes in some back corner of my mind. A faraway flicker of a flame that is no longer lit. A voice that is not my own.
"This wasn't supposed to happen." He speaks softly, almost to himself. "You're not supposed to be here."
I struggle to make sense of what is happening. To cling on to the unexpected surge of hope that has surfaced. But it's gone just as quickly as it came. Extinguished in the dark void of my depleted memory.
A low groan escapes my lips.
I feel him moving around me. Fast, fluid motions. The tube that was in my nose is removed. The IV is gently pulled from my vein. There's a faint tug on the cord attached to the suction cup under my gown and then a shrill beeping sound fills the room.
I hear frantic footsteps down the hall, coming from the nurses' station. Someone will be here in less than fifteen steps.
"Don't worry," he continues in a whisper, lacing his warm fingers through mine and squeezing. "I'm going to get you out of here."
I suddenly shiver. A chill has rolled over me. Slowly replacing every spark of heat that was lingering just under my skin.
And that's when I realize that the touch of his hand has vanished. With all my strength, I reach out, searching for it. Grasping at cold, empty air. I fight to open my eyes one last time before the darkness comes.
He is gone.CHAPTER 3
I wake up the next morning feeling drowsy. The drugs linger in my system. My arms and legs are heavy. My throat is dry. My vision is blurred. It takes a few moments for it to clear.
Kiyana enters. She smiles upon seeing me. "Well, look who's awake."
I push the button on the small box next to me. The back of the bed rises until I'm sitting upright.
Kiyana retreats to the hallway and returns a few seconds later with a tray. "I brought you some breakfast. Do you wanna try eatin' some real food?"
I look at the items on her tray. I can't identify a single one. "No."
She laughs. "Can't say I blame you. That's hospital food for you."
She takes the tray back out to the hallway and returns, writing things down on her clipboard. "Vitals are good," she says with a wink. "Like always." Her fingertip does a tap tap tap on the screen of the heart monitor next to my bed. "A good strong heart you've got there."
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Meet the Author
Jessica Brody is the author of 52 Reasons to Hate My Father, My Life Undecided, and The Karma Club, as well as two adult novels: The Fidelity Files and Love Under Cover. Sometimes she wishes her memories could be erased so she could reread all her favorite books for the first time. She splits her time between California and Colorado.
Jessica Brody knew from a young age that she wanted to be a writer. She started "self-publishing" her own books when she was seven years old, binding the pages together with cardboard, wallpaper samples and electrical tape. Brody graduated from Smith College in 2001 with a double major in Economics and French and a minor in Japanese. She went to work for MGM Studios as a Manager of Acquisitions and Business Development, and then, in 2005, she quit her job to follow her dream of becoming a published author. Brody is the author of two novels for adults--The Fidelity Files and Love Under Cover--and the young adult novels The Karma Club and My Life Undecided. Jessica's books are published in over ten foreign countries including the U.K., France, Germany, Czech Republic, Russia, Brazil, China, Portugal, and Taiwan. She now works full time as a writer and producer, and currently splits her time between Los Angeles and Colorado.
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I remember the first time I laid eyes on this cover, I fell in love! It was so simple, yet so beautiful in so many ways. Of course, loving the cover means I have to get my hands on the book as soon as possible. The synopsis sounded very promising, and I could't wait to find out more. The main protagonist Sera, cannot remember anything in her past. Now named Violet, because of her eyes, she is trying to fit the pieces of her past together. When mysterious boy Zen tells her the truth, both of them try to fix what's lost. Honestly, this book was not enjoyable. I'm writing this review write now, and I'm not able to remember ONE thing that happened. I only read it like two months ago, but I had to do a bit of research to have my memory refreshed. The characters did not stand out at all, and I wasn't able to connect to Sera, or Zenn. Their sudden "romance" was unbelievable, and it just didn't feel right. Jessica Brody's writing was good, but I guess the story just wasn't that great for me. It wasn't something new, and it felt really predictable as well. The shocking ending was something that didn't make me happy, not even excited as to what will happen in the future. Overall, I just don't think this book was for me. The flow of the book was good, writing was good, but the characters and the story itself was what I didn't really enjoy. I don't think I'll be picking up the second book either. Though I do recommend you to give it a try, because every one still has their own opinions.
When I first looked at the book, I thought "eh, seems alright." The next time I went to the store, I took the chance to look at the back, read the summary, and thought "maybe it's good." Finally I was just recently at the store, and picked it up. I decided to give it a chance and was not disappointed! This book is so well written, and it keeps you on the edge of your feet. The characters were great, and it leaves you waiting for the next book.
This is such an enjoyable book. It's got a lot of things that I loved and a couple of things that didn't work for me, but overall it left me satisfied and eager to get my hands on the sequel. The writing is wonderful. Descriptive without being flowery and it never gets repetitive which is always nice. Brody has a talent for understanding the teenage mind and all of her teens have very realistic voices and reactions. This is also one of those fast-paced, action-packed books that I LOVE so much. Going into it I had feared that we would have endless pages of Sera doing mundane things while agonizing over not knowing who she really is, and it would all be slowly revealed, but thankfully that is not the case. This is a story filled with intrigue, action, humor, bad-assery and a twist that genuinely surprised me. This is also a story filled with great characters. Now I don't have a lot of strong feelings about Sera, one way or the other. I'm sure this has a lot to do with the fact that without her memory it's hard to know what her personality is really like-how much of it is natural and how much of it is a reaction to her situation. She has some great moments, but she also makes some really bad and frustrating decisions, although I don't really hold them against her because I imagine I'd probably do some pretty desperate, reckless things to if I had lost all of my memory. My favorites were probably Sera's foster family, especially her foster brother Cody. He's hilarious, stubborn and kind of a bad-ass, and he adds so so much to this story. He's really what keeps Sera tethered to reality because the boy does not have a filter and is not afraid to tell her when she's acting a little un-human, for lack of a better word. I really hope he is in the sequel because he was part of what made me love this book. This book also has a villain who is pretty damn terrifying. Creepy and ruthless, he definitely intrigued me and I am curious to find out more about him and his association. The only aspect of the book that just didn't work for me was the relationship between Zen and Sera. I liked Zen, I found him charming and brave and just generally awesome. I just wasn't sold on the idea of them having this big epic romance. The few glimpses we got into their past just didn't do it for me. I don't feel like I know why they are so in love with each other and ready to risk their lives for the small chance of having a future together. Unremembered was a fantastic story and fun read. I can't wait to get my hands on the sequel and see what kind of roller coaster Jessica Brody has planned for us.
Had to finish and hate that now I have to wait for the next one.
This book is a beautiful, page turning story. The characters are very cool (I love Cody!) And the plot is mind-boggling. It's a really good love story, and the couple is so cute! I love their poem. Read for fun!
I loved this book. It's such a sweet and simple premise and it's so easy to get lost in it. However there were a few issues that I personally had with it. For example, on page 179 (of the e-book version) it was supposed to say Cody returns a few minutes later but instead it says Zed which is impossible because he was already taken and that's why she was meeting up with Cody for help in the first place. And in the e-book version all of the dialogue is ' quoted like this ' as opposed to "quoted like this" which is odd and incorrect. Other than that I really had no issues with this book, and I'd recommended it to a friend.
Romantic and gripping. Unremembered by Jessica Brody is a book that I have been wanting to read since I first laid eyes on the cover. After reading the synopsis, I knew that I had to have this one in my possession. Could anything be more romantic than having your soul mate follow where ever you end up to protect you no matter what it takes? What if you didn’t remember him at all, and he did whatever he could in his power to try and get you to remember him? A simple look, a touch…a poem. Violet is found amongst the rubble and debris of a plane crash. Violet is believed to have been in that plane, and against all odds…survived. But Violet can’t remember anything about her life. She can’t remember her past or her plans for the future. Violet ends up finding out that she’s not your typical female. She has a knack with numbers and math, is apparently the most beautiful person that anyone has laid eyes on, is pro with various languages, and is pretty strong for a sixteen year old girl. While lying in her hospital bed, Violet receives a visit from a boy, Zen, who seems to know who she is. And soon after, she runs into him everywhere. Freaked out that she doesn’t know anything about herself, let along about him, she flees from his incessant questions and promises… But unknown forces keep putting them in each other’s paths, and Violet starts to learn the dark secrets that she wishes she never really knew…except for him…always him. Unremembered by Jessica Brody is a fast paced read that pretty much had me on the edge of my seat for the entire ride. I was completely mesmerized with who Violet is and why she had no memories! I was more than a little curious to find out where Zen had fit into all of this, and why he was so adamant to get Violet to remember. And once that piece came to light, I was even more hooked than I already was! Not only was this a read about escaping her past, it was also about trying to have a future…and what it would take to achieve that. Author, Jessica Brody’s writing style is one that I would most definitely describe as addictive. The way in which she described that scenes and events that transpire in Unremembered were ones that easily played out like a movie in my mind. The personalities of the characters found in this book were ones that were unique to the characters themselves. I will admit that I was slightly annoyed with the way in which Violet’s new foster parents would treat Violet versus their own son, Cody. I felt sad for Cody when he would get scolded and in trouble even though Violet admitted to the idea. How they would be tender and gentle with Violet and then flip right out on Cody. I can completely see why Cody would show some hostility towards Violet. Although I did also find it annoying that Cody would constantly give Violet attitude because she’s pretty? Mmmmmk then… The different twists and turns that were incorporated into this book were what kept my up wanting to see where everything finally lead. The way in which she would meld the any memories with events in the present were done seamlessly and were perfectly timed. I couldn’t help but feel so frustrated for Zen when it’s described that it’s not the first time that he has had to have Violet remember him. Over and over again, and yet his love does not waiver. How romantic is that? How intense is their love when all it really takes is a few sentences and a touch to have you remember your soul mate… If you’re looking for a book that will make your heart pound due to the action found in the pages and because of the undying love and devotion a love that not even time can tear apart, Unremembered by Jessica Brody is the book for you.
The only things that I knew about Unremembered were that there was an amnesiac girl and a plane crash. That was it. I didn't want to read the synopsis, because I was afraid that I wouldn't like what it said and chicken out on reading it. What I did know sounded interesting enough. Unremembered turned out to be much better than I thought it would be. I had been seeing some bad reviews of this book on other book blogs and I just assumed that was how I would feel about it too. Thankfully, I was wrong about that. Unremembered kept me glued to my kindle. I could not stop turning the pages. What I liked the most about this was the plot. The story line flowed very nicely. There were a lot of things happening and Sera was discovering a lot of new things, after having lost her memory. Every discovery she made was so important to the story, which I really liked because I wasn't being fed useless information that would do nothing to further the story. The characters were also well written. They were easy to relate to. They used technology, which seems to be omitted from a lot of YA books for some unknown reason. I loved the use of technology in this book and how it led Sera to more answers. It wasn't something that was very prominent, but I just appreciated the use of it. Nerdy, I know. Moving on, I like the foster family, especially the step-brother, who was an instrumental part in Unremembered. One thing I loved about Unremembered was that there was no insta-love. Well, not really. Hunter, the love interest, had already been with Sera. He knew her. He loved her before she even lost her memory. It was great. I was so excited that he wasn't some random stranger that suddenly fell in love with her. Hunter was a great character, himself. He was determined and definitely in love. It was very sweet and I loved just how far he went to help Sera, doing anything and everything that he could. I don't want to keep giving away information, so I'll cut it off here. I really enjoyed Unremembered. I loved the plot, the characters, and even how everything turned out in the end. It was all around an exciting book. I'm looking forward to the sequel, as Unremembered ends on a very promising note.
No memories, no past, no identity, no answers – such is the fate Seraphina faces when she awakens among the wreckage of a plane crash, not only the only survivor but completely unharmed. Her miraculous survival not only garners intense media scrutiny but also more insidious observers. In her new world filled with well-meaning advice, Sera perceives an unknown threat that forces her to test her instincts. Did she survive a horrific plane crash only to meet a more treacherous fate? Such is the premise of Jessica Brody’s latest novel, Unremembered, the first book in a new trilogy. Seraphina is the type of character which creates a need to protect within everyone who meets her, including the reading audience. This is in large part due to her total amnesia, which is so complete that she is not even able to remember how to dress herself. The complete lack of past, along with her forced isolation thanks to the media and her absence of familial connections, produces a character who appears fragile and fully engenders the nurturing response. That she is not quite as fragile as one might initially expect is not a surprise, but that desire to help and sympathize for Sera’s ongoing bewilderment creates a strong emotional bond within the reader. One of the best things about Unremembered is the fact that it is unpredictable. Just as a reader begins to guess at the truth, the truth has a habit of veering off down a completely different path than the one expected. In fact, without completely spoiling the surprises, it is possible to completely overthink the plot. There are hidden agendas and shady scientists, but the society as described on the pages are exactly what they appear to be. Readers have become so inured by complex dystopian societies in which the downfall of modern society is only mentioned through hints or well into the second novel of a series that to read a novel which does not require one to try to figure out what happened necessitates its own mini paradigm shift of sorts. The success of any science fiction novel hinges on the believability of the science being used to promote the story. In Unremembered, the science is actually fairly weak. Some of the explanations leave a lot to be desired, and the reader must take more than one leap of faith to accept Ms. Brody’s descriptions. In spite of all that however, a reader can and will still enjoy the story, as it is more about Sera’s search for answers than anything else. That some of the answers require a reader to suspend one’s sense of disbelief is not a major undertaking because one is so immersed in Sera’s fate. The premise underlying Unremembered is quite creative. Ms. Brody answers just enough questions to keep the story satisfactory but still leaving larger answers and the fate of her heroine open for future novels. She excels at capturing Sera’s profound confusion, frustrations, and desperation for answers, which lends the story a sense of humanity and outshines its weaker elements. The emotional bond between Sera and reader and the desire to know her fate is what will keep readers anticipating the sequel.
For the sake of being completely honest, I did not purchase this book and I did not receive it in exchange for a review. I actually won it during the "Guess This Young Adult Novel" game at the virtual release party for Unforgotten (the sequel to this book) by Jessica Brody and Fire & Flood by Victoria Scott. Apparently, I know too many young adult novels. And I was chastised by Jessica Brody for answering too many questions. Nothing like getting a virtual slap on the wrist to make you like an author. Only kidding, the ladies were great and if you ever get a chance to go to a signing, I bet that it would be an awesome time. Just don't let on that you know a lot about young adult novels. That's your only warning. Well, crap. Now I've gone on for a paragraph and I could have just said, "I received this book from the author". But then you wouldn't have gotten that wonderful story. You're welcome. Okay ... moving on ... Unremembered. First of all, longest one word title ever. And ironically enough, I couldn't remember the title half the time. But that's got nothing to do with this book and more to do with the fact I have two boys who drive me up the wall and make me forget my own name on a daily basis. You know, I really liked Unremembered. I liked it more than I thought that I would. Not that I thought that it was going to be a bad book, you just never know. I try to start a book with the mindset that it's just going to be just okay and that way, I'm surprised if it's good or ... meh. But this one was good. The book really started off strong for me. It was so strange ... every time I would start thinking something about Sera (the main character), Brody would address that thought in the next paragraph. For example (no this isn't a spoiler) when Sera didn't remember even the smallest thing (what items are or what some words mean), my initial thought was ... Oh, she can't remember that but she can carry on a conversation ... then the next paragraph, Brody addressed that and closed that issue down. This happened a lot, actually. It was almost as if Brody was in my head while I was reading. While it was on the cusp of being creepy, it was also quite refreshing. The majority of the time with other books, those issues are just never addressed then you're left wondering and in the end, frustrated. You can really tell that Brody took her time writing this and that she really cares about this story and the characters within it. She took care to shut down any uncertainty or questions that the reader might have. Now that in itself is a big deal because of what this book is really about ... I won't tell because that would spoil the fun for you but I think that it is SUPER important to have complete understanding wash over the reader with this kind of book. I really liked how the characters were set up. Again, there were just not many questions that I had about the characters ... all of their motivators and just the deep center of each person was pretty well explored and explained. The meat of the story was thoroughly entertaining and I found myself sneaking in little tid-bits of time to read when the boys were at school yesterday when I should have been doing other things ... like laundry and doing dishes ... So why did this only get 4 stars then? Is it because I was humiliated at the virtual release party? No, but I totally gave Jessica Brody's pic at the back of the book The Stink Eye. Watch out! In all honesty, the 4 stars came about because Unremembered slowed down for me for a bit in the beginning. Not to the point of being boring, far from that. There is just a lot of information and a lot of transitional situations that happen which you need to get through. Once you get to part two, it takes off again and you're flying by the seat of your pants until you get to the hugely frustrating cliffhanger ending. Ginormously frustrating. Well, it won't be frustrating if you can go get the second book IMMEDIATELY. All in all, you need to check this book out. I have a feeling that the other two books in the series are going to be even better!!
I've never read anything before by Jessica Brody, but she seems to have the magic pen when it comes to writing. This was a clever and fun and man, I cannot wait for the next book in this series. This book Kept you guessing from start to finish as you tried to learn who this girl with no name survived a plane crash to finding out more about Sera and this Diotech Company which was after her. It was a little difficult to read at first. Sera had to relearn so many things that it was a challenge to see through her eyes. I just wanted to shake her and be like "ITS A STEAK, YOU KNOW ONOMNOM!?" But clearly, when someone cannot remember anything about themselves or, you know living, then you need to tread lightly in situations such as this. Once she started to use her brain, I found her much more tolerable, although there were still things that needed to be explained. I really loved her foster family best. They were so kind and caring even though there was something very clearly wrong with the girl they had just taken into their home. Cody was my absolute favorite, her funny and sweet foster brother who helped her try to learn who she really was and what she was supposed to be doing. I thought that this plot was crazy and creative and I'm eager to see what will happen in book two. Book one had it all, swoony boys, funny brothers, action and murder and so many more interesting things. I'm sure book two will measure up.
I'm not an avid reader but I am a fan of gadgets and technology and I didn't want to put this book down!
It was a great book. Can't wait to read the rest.
When I read the back of this book it sounded amazing. The story started off well and I enjoyed the different characters. When answers were being revealed throughout the story, I liked where the plot was going. On the other hand though, I found parts of the story to be very far fetched and unbelievable. For example, in how things or people instantly show up. Or, a girl recognizing you in a car and snapping a picture.
LOVE this series!
The Raft by S.A. Bodeen. Is it? Help!
Imagine yourself waking up on a floating peice of metal in the ocean. You can't remember your name, where you are from, nothing. And when the doctors and specialists ask you what the year was, you reply, "1650." And blackout. You wake up in a bed, a hospital bed, and you are hooked up to multiple machines. A friendly nurse and a funny looking shaped cube called a "television" has told you that you are a lone survivor of a nonstop flight from Los Angeles to Tokyo. You are released from the hospital and given a foster family. They name you Violet... until you meet Zen. Zen tells you, "You know you wern't on that plane.", "I will get you out of here.", and "Sera, your name is Sera." And Zen is right. You were never on the plane, and you are a synthetic human being. You are a walking dictionary and a walking calculator too. You are enjoying this so much. But they want you back. Diotech. Now, Sera has to put all of her trust in Zen to keep her away from the people who gave her no life. I give this book 3/5 stars. I couldn't put it down, however, the end was weak. It would be better off for the trilogy to be condensed into on big book. I could relate to Sera in many ways, espicially to her intelligence. I would recomend this book to anyone 11+. Overall, it was a fantastic book!
Read it in two sittings. The book is paced well and i just couldnt put it down. Although its a series the first book wrapped up neatly.
I liked this book: well written and great story. Although at times it seemed slow, the story has some really fun twists. I love how original this story is. Worth the read!