Wither (Chemical Garden Series #1)

Wither (Chemical Garden Series #1)

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by Lauren DeStefano
     
 

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What if you knew exactly when you’d die? The first book of The Chemical Garden Trilogy.

By age sixteen, Rhine Ellery has four years left to live. A botched effort to create a perfect race has left all males born with a lifespan of 25 years, and females a lifespan of 20 years--leaving the world in a state of panic. Geneticists seek a miracle antidote to restore

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What if you knew exactly when you’d die? The first book of The Chemical Garden Trilogy.

By age sixteen, Rhine Ellery has four years left to live. A botched effort to create a perfect race has left all males born with a lifespan of 25 years, and females a lifespan of 20 years--leaving the world in a state of panic. Geneticists seek a miracle antidote to restore the human race, desperate orphans crowd the population, crime and poverty have skyrocketed, and young girls are being kidnapped and sold as polygamous brides to bear more children.

When Rhine is sold as a bride, she vows to do all she can to escape. Yet her husband, Linden, is hopelessly in love with her, and Rhine can’t bring herself to hate him as much as she’d like to. He opens her to a magical world of wealth and illusion she never thought existed, and it almost makes it possible to ignore the clock ticking away her short life. But Rhine quickly learns that not everything in her new husband’s strange world is what it seems. Her father-in-law, an eccentric doctor bent on finding the antidote, is hoarding corpses in the basement; her fellow sister wives are to be trusted one day and feared the next; and Rhine has no way to communicate to her twin brother that she is safe and alive.

Together with one of Linden's servants, Gabriel, Rhine attempts to escape just before her seventeenth birthday. But in a world that continues to spiral into anarchy, is there any hope for freedom?

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
A “harrowing debut . . . DeStefano has an observant and occasionally pitiless eye, chronicling the cruelties, mercies, and inconsistencies of her young characters. . . . It will be intriguing to see how DeStefano develops [the larger world] as this promising trilogy progresses.”
– *PW STARRED review, January 10, 2010

"Creepy and elegant, shocking and romantic, dreadful and rewarding, and delivers unexpected twists. It'll leave you longing for book two."
—Lisa McMann, New York Times bestselling author of the WAKE trilogy and CRYER'S CROSS

“Lauren DeStefano crafts an all too believable future. I loved the world, the romance, the writing — exactly the kind of book I've been craving to read.”
—Carrie Ryan, New York Times bestselling author of THE FOREST OF HANDS AND TEETH

"This beautifully-written debut fantasy, with its intriguing world-building, well-developed characters and intricate plot involving flashbacks as well as edge-of-the-seat suspense, will keep teens riveted to the plight of Rhine and her sister wives. The compelling cover will draw them in and the cliffhanger ending will leave them eagerly awaiting volumes two and three of The Chemical Garden Trilogy. This thought-provoking novel will also stimulate discussion in science and ethics classes."—VOYA

“I really enjoyed Wither, I just couldn't put it down! Rhine is such an amazing main character. She is strong, passionate and determined…. Wither is nothing short of breathtaking. “
—sparkling-reviews.blogspot.com

Wither is an exceptional novel that begins with a bang and doesn't let you go—it's gut-wrenching, shocking, incredible, and completely and utterly absorbing all at once…. DeStefano is a fearless writer, and though it is firmly its own book, Wither will remind readers of Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale.”
—TheCompulsiveReader.com

[A] thought-provoking debut, reminiscent of The Handmaid’s Tale with a touch of Big Love . . . Rhine’s fight for freedom against the clock—and the dissecting table—will leave readers eager for the sequel. Give this one to fans of The Hunger Games trilogy or Ally Condie’s Matched (2010). - KIRKUS, February 1, 2011

"[Rhine] proves herself to be a heroine who faces her situation with spirit and cleverness. The trapped bride and mysterious husband are straight out of Gothic romances. By stirring in elements of sheer creepiness with dystopia and the hot topic of polygamy, DeStefano creates a story that should have broad appeal."
School Library Journal

"This absorbing page-turner may remind some readers of Suzanne Collins’ Hunger Games with its fearless heroine, sinister villain, bleak landscape and poignant romance. Wither is less violent but is in many ways even more terrifying as DeStefano proves herself a master of plot, setting, character and psychological suspense." —The Buffalo News

ALAN Review - Rachel Wheeler
Scientists, searching for a way to make people disease-free and almost immortal, tampered with humanity's DNA. The first generation who received this tampering were nearly immortal; however, in the next generations, males die at age 25 and females die at 20. Our heroine, Rhine Ellery, 16 and full of life and cunning, is kidnapped to be the wife of Linden Vaughn, a wealthy, kind, and naive husband. Linden's father, an ambitious scientist, is the master of the mansion. His drive to invent a vaccine supersedes any sort of moral code. When Rhine realizes the horror of her situation, she becomes set on finding an escape. By rejecting her imprisonment, Rhine asserts the value of her life, in spite of its inevitable brevity. DeStefano's dystopia is full of rich, sensory surprises—each scene expertly designed with an ostentatious and futuristic flare. Reviewer: Rachel Wheeler
VOYA - B. Kunzel
"This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper." Or, in the case of this dystopian future science fiction debut, faulty genetic engineering is responsible for the end of civilization as we know it. After the first generation of genetically-perfect humans is born, their children start dropping like flies. All boys die at age twenty-five, and all girls at age twenty. The first generations are frantically trying to find a cure, before it is too late, for them and their descendants. Kidnapping, conducted by "Gatherers" who look for girls to sell to wealthy first generations, has become a way of life. The story begins when Rhine has been captured by Gatherers and is sold, along with two other girls, to a scientist and his son. Rhine becomes a sister wife to Linden, and the blond replacement for his beloved wife, Rose, who is dying as she has passed the age of twenty. The other two sister wives are Jenna, a dark-haired beauty, who'd rather join her murdered sisters, and red-headed orphan, Cecily, the only one excited at the prospect of marrying a wealthy man and living and dying in luxury. Brutal housemaster Vaughn is their true captor; his son, Linden, is as much a captive as his new brides. Although Cecily is the first to sleep with Linden and—at age fourteen—to give him a son, Rhine, who sleeps beside but never with her husband, is the one who becomes his glittering first wife. She is also the one who continually dreams of escape and comes up with a plan, involving a young male attendant who will do anything for her. This beautifully-written debut fantasy, with its intriguing world-building, well-developed characters and intricate plot involving flashbacks as well as edge-of-the-seat suspense, will keep teens riveted to the plight of Rhine and her sister wives. The compelling cover will draw them in and the cliffhanger ending will leave them eagerly awaiting volumes two and three of The Chemical Garden Trilogy. This thought-provoking novel will also stimulate discussion in science and ethics classes. Reviewer: B. Kunzel
School Library Journal
Gr 9 Up—In the near future, genetic engineering has given a single generation freedom from all physical ills and a long life, but something claims the lives of successive generations as women reach 20 and men reach 25. Many of the first generation and their offspring are fabulously wealthy, but the rest of the population struggles for a living. Rhine Ellery is 16 when she is kidnapped from Manhattan and selected as a bride for Linden Ashby, along with 18-year-old Jenna and 13-year-old Cecily. Jenna seems to be resigned to her existence and naive Cecily is delighted by her situation, but Rhine is determined to escape from her "husband" and his mansion in Florida to return north to her twin brother, Rowan. She finds an ally and love interest in Gabriel, a servant who is as much a prisoner as Rhine. Linden's father, Vaughn, is the true power in the house, controlling his son through disinformation and the "brides" through fear and lies. Vaughn conducts research in the mansion's basement, searching for a cure, but Rhine and Jenna suspect something sinister behind his supposed altruism. As time goes by, Rhine begins to soften toward Linden, who proves to be gentle and artistic, but her determination to escape never wavers. She proves herself to be a heroine who faces her situation with spirit and cleverness. The trapped bride and mysterious husband are straight out of Gothic romances. By stirring in elements of sheer creepiness with dystopia and the hot topic of polygamy, DeStafano creates a story that should have broad appeal.—Eric Norton, McMillan Memorial Library, Wisconsin Rapids, WI
Kirkus Reviews

In this thought-provoking debut, reminiscent of The Handmaid's Tale with a touch of Big Love, a generation of "perfectly engineered" embryos, known as the First Generation, has been watching its children die off from a virus that claims females at age 20 and males at age 25. Since her geneticist parents' death, 16-year-old narrator Rhine and her twin brother spend endless nights warding off homeless orphans from their Manhattan basement until she is kidnapped by Gatherers, who make a living collecting potential brides and selling them off to wealthy families to breed new children. Jenna arrives at a Florida compound, where she is locked away with two other "sister wives," and the three teens are forced to marry (and presumably procreate with) 20-year-old Linden. Through her similar appearance to Linden's first (and now dead) love, intriguing heterochromia (two different colored eyes) and acting abilities, Rhine achieves "First Wife" status as she plots an escape. Her situation becomes more urgent when she discovers an underground laboratory where her diabolical father-in-law performs gruesome experiments in the name of finding a cure. A taut present-tense narration ratchets up the suspense. Despite some holes in the plot, particularly in the rushed ending, Rhine's fight for freedom against the clock—and the dissecting table—will leave readers eager for the sequel. Give this one to fans of The Hunger Games trilogy or Ally Condie's Matched (2010). (Dystopia. YA)

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780007386987
Publisher:
Harper Voyager
Publication date:
02/28/2012
Series:
Chemical Garden Series, #1
Age Range:
14 - 17 Years

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I wait. They keep us in the dark for so long that

we lose sense of our eyelids. We sleep huddled together

like rats, staring out, and dream of our bodies swaying.

I know when one of the girls reaches a wall. She begins

to pound and scream—there’s metal in the sound—but

none of us help her. We’ve gone too long without speaking,

and all we do is bury ourselves more into the dark.

The doors open.

The light is frightening. It’s the light of the world

through the birth canal, and at once the blinding tunnel

that comes with death. I recoil into the blankets with the

other girls in horror, not wanting to begin or end.

We stumble when they let us out; we’ve forgotten how

to use our legs. How long has it been—days? Hours?

The big open sky waits in its usual place.

I stand in line with the other girls, and men in gray

coats study us.

I’ve heard of this happening. Where I come from,

girls have been disappearing for a long time. They disappear

from their beds or from the side of the road. It happened

to a girl in my neighborhood. Her whole family

disappeared after that, moved away, either to find her or

because they knew she would never be returned.

Now it’s my turn. I know girls disappear, but any

number of things could come after that. Will I become

a murdered reject? Sold into prostitution? These things

have happened. There’s only one other option. I could

become a bride. I’ve seen them on television, reluctant

yet beautiful teenage brides, on the arm of a wealthy man

who is approaching the lethal age of twenty-five.

The other girls never make it to the television screen.

Girls who don’t pass their inspection are shipped to a

brothel in the scarlet districts. Some we have found

murdered on the sides of roads, rotting, staring into the

searing sun because the Gatherers couldn’t be bothered

to deal with them. Some girls disappear forever, and all

their families can do is wonder.

The girls are taken as young as thirteen, when their

bodies are mature enough to bear children, and the virus

claims every female of our generation by twenty.

Our hips are measured to determine strength, our

lips pried apart so the men can judge our health by our

teeth. One of the girls vomits. She may be the girl who

screamed. She wipes her mouth, trembling, terrified. I

stand firm, determined to be anonymous, unhelpful.

I feel too alive in this row of moribund girls with their

eyes half open. I sense that their hearts are barely beating,

while mine pounds in my chest. After so much time

spent riding in the darkness of the truck, we have all

fused together. We are one nameless thing sharing this

strange hell. I do not want to stand out. I do not want

to stand out.

But it doesn’t matter. Someone has noticed me. A

man paces before the line of us. He allows us to be prodded

by the men in gray coats who examine us. He seems

thoughtful and pleased.

His eyes green, like two exclamation marks, meet

mine. He smiles. There’s a flash of gold in his teeth, indicating

wealth. This is unusual, because he’s too young to

be losing his teeth. He keeps walking, and I stare at my

shoes. Stupid! I should never have looked up. The strange

color of my eyes is the first thing anyone ever notices.

He says something to the men in gray coats. They

look at all of us, and then they seem to be in agreement.

The man with gold teeth smiles in my direction again,

and then he’s taken to another car that shoots up bits of

gravel as it backs onto the road and drives away.

The vomit girl is taken back to the truck, and a dozen

other girls with her; a man in a gray coat follows them

in. There are three of us left, the gap of the other girls

still between us. The men speak to one another again,

and then to us. “Go,” they say, and we oblige. There’s

nowhere to go but the back of an open limousine parked

on the gravel. We’re off the road somewhere, not far

from the highway. I can hear the distant sounds of traffic.

I can see the evening city lights beginning to appear in

the distant purple haze. It’s nowhere I recognize; a road

this desolate is far from the crowded streets back home.

Go. The two other chosen girls move before me, and

I’m the last to get into the limousine. There’s a tinted

glass window that separates us from the driver. Just

before someone shuts the door, I hear something inside

the van where the remaining girls were herded.

It’s the first of what I know will be a dozen more gunshots.

I awake in a satin bed, nauseous and pulsating with sweat.

My first conscious movement is to push myself to the

edge of the mattress, where I lean over and vomit onto

the lush red carpet. I’m still spitting and gagging when

someone begins cleaning up the mess with a dishrag.

“Everyone handles the sleep gas differently,” he says

softly.

“Sleep gas?” I splutter, and before I can wipe my

mouth on my lacy white sleeve, he hands me a cloth napkin—

also lush red.

“It comes out through the vents in the limo,” he says.

“It’s so you won’t know where you’re going.”

I remember the glass window separating us from the

front of the car. Air tight, I assume. Vaguely I remember

the whooshing of air coming through vents in the walls.

“One of the other girls,” the boy says, as he sprays

white foam onto the spot where I vomited, “she almost

threw herself out the bedroom window, she was so disoriented.

The window’s locked, of course. Shatterproof.”

Despite the awful things he’s saying, his voice is low, possibly

even sympathetic.

I look over my shoulder at the window. Closed tight.

The world is bright green and blue beyond it, brighter

than my home, where there’s only dirt and the remnants

of my mother’s garden that I’ve failed to revive.

Somewhere down the hall a woman screams. The boy

tenses for a moment. Then he resumes scrubbing away

the foam.

“I can help,” I offer. A moment ago I didn’t feel guilty

about ruining anything in this place; I know I’m here

against my will. But I also know this boy isn’t to blame.

He can’t be one of the Gatherers in gray who brought

me here—he’s too young, possibly my age. Maybe he

was also brought here against his will. I haven’t heard

of teenage boys disappearing, but up until fifty years

ago, when the virus was discovered, girls were also safe.

Everyone was safe.

“No need. It’s all done,” he says. And when he moves

the rag away, there’s not so much as a stain. He pulls a

handle out of the wall, and a chute opens; he tosses the

rags into it, lets go, and the chute clamps shut. He tucks

the can of white foam into his apron pocket and returns

to what he was doing. He picks up a silver tray from

where he’d placed it on the floor, and brings it to my

night table. “If you’re feeling better, there’s some lunch

for you. Nothing that will make you fall asleep again, I

promise.” He looks like he might smile. Just almost. But

he maintains a concentrated gaze as he lifts a metal lid off

a bowl of soup and another off a small plate of steaming

vegetables and mashed potatoes cradling a lake of gravy.

I’ve been stolen, drugged, locked away in this place, yet

I’m being served a gourmet meal. The sentiment is so

vile I could almost throw up again.

“That other girl—the one who tried to throw herself

out the window—what happened to her?” I ask. I don’t

dare ask about the woman screaming down the hall. I

don’t want to know about her.

“She’s calmed down some.”

“And the other girl?”

“She woke up this morning. I think the House Governor

took her to tour the gardens.”

House Governor. I remember my despair and crash

against the pillows. House Governors own mansions.

They purchase brides from Gatherers, who patrol the

streets looking for ideal candidates to kidnap. The merciful

ones will sell the rejects into prostitution, but the

ones I encountered herded them into the van and shot

them all. I heard that first gunshot over and over in my

medicated dreams.

“How long have I been here?” I say.

“Two days,” the boy says. He hands me a steaming

cup, and I’m about to refuse it when I see the tea bag

string dangling over the side, smell the spices. Tea. My

brother, Rowan, and I had it with our breakfast each

morning, and with dinner each night. The smell is like

home. My mother would hum as she waited by the stove

for the water to boil.

Blearily I sit up and take the tea. I hold it near my face

and breathe the steam in through my nose. It’s all I can

do not to burst into tears. The boy must sense that the

full impact of what has happened is reaching me. He must

sense that I’m on the verge of doing something dramatic

like crying or trying to fling myself out the window like

that other girl, because he’s already moving for the door.

Quietly, without looking back, he leaves me to my grief.

But instead of tears, when I press my face against the

pillow, a horrible, primal scream comes out of me. It’s

unlike anything I thought myself capable of. Rage, unlike

anything I’ve ever known.

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