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What happens when you live longer than you wanted to?
Parvin Blackwater wanted to die, but now she's being called to be a leader. The only problem is, no one wants to follow.
The Council uses Jude's Clock-matching invention to force "new-and-improved" Clocks on the public. Those who can't afford one are packed into boxcars like cattle and used for the Council's purposes.
Parvin and Hawke find themselves on a cargo ship of Radicals headed out to sea. What will the Council do to them? And why are people suddenly dying before their Clocks have zeroed-out?
Book Two in the "Out of Time" series.
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I've been robbed of my death.
A date was set, a coffin prepared, and a grave dug in the earth, yet I breathe against my own will as my brother is lowered six feet down. The smooth wood coffin displays the best of Father's carpentry skill. Did he originally carve it for me?
Enforcers surround the gravesite — black human pillars lined with bullets, staring straight ahead. Probably making sure I don't run.
Solomon Hawke is not among them.
A pall of autumn leaves covers the Unity Village graveyard, the only disrupted portion of ground being Reid's grave. Lumps of black earth wait to enclose him in permanent night.
Everything about this funeral feels wrong. Reid should not be buried. He should be cremated and scattered in the most adventurous locations. He is — was — a traveler, not meant to stay in one place. But his wife, Tawny, insisted. Perhaps she wants a grave to visit.
I try to meet her eyes. Does she blame me for his death? Her gaze is fixed on Reid, as though she can see through the lid of carved wood concealing his face. She stands with her hands folded in front of her, wobbling on the soft ground in high heels. She wears a short ivory dress with long sleeves off the shoulders and a braided tan belt.
I wear black.
Tawny takes shuddering gasps and blinks hard while tears paint trails down her smooth cheeks. I should be standing by her, creating a bond as sisters, but I'm a criminal. Because I live, her husband — my brother — is dead.
I am the last of the Blackwater triplets.
I rub my hand against my raw left wrist, growing more and more used to the space that used to be my left hand. An Enforcer removed the shackles so I can at least toss a memento into Reid's grave. The Enforcers don't intimidate me anymore. They all know I'm a Radical, but they have no harm to offer me.
"Time to go." A black Enforcer — the same one who held me captive at my hearing, sentenced me to the Wall, and shoved me through the Opening — claps the metal ring to my wrist.
I don't want to go with him. He has no heart.
"Wait." The first scoop of dirt falls like a dropped gauntlet onto Reid's coffin. I stretch my shackled hand over the hole and release my Good-bye gift — a thin lump of folded letters written on pages from Reid's old journal during my journey in the West. A reddish-brown ribbon holds them together — the one he said reminded him of my hair. He bought it for me so long ago. Another life ago.
"Let's go." The Enforcer's voice is harsh and he holds out the other shackle.
I raise my left arm. With jerky movements, he locks the metal around my stump. Does my missing hand sicken him? I hope so. It's a testament to my travels, my stamina.
He drags me away from the gravesite before I can say anything to Tawny, before I can hug Mother or Father, before I can say a true Good-bye to Reid. I've seen none of them since the fiasco at the Wall two days ago.
Do they hate me?
Father meets my eyes for a brief moment before we round a corner out of sight. A giant purple bruise spreads like a stain over one side of his face, mixing with his brown whiskers. Blasted Enforcers. They had no right to strike him.
We head away from town — away from the containment center. Away from Willow, my little albino friend. All the people I love are separated into places I hate — Mother and Father at a gravesite, Reid in a coffin, Willow in a cell, and Elm trapped in the Wall tunnel.
The soft voices of sorrow fade behind me, replaced by the rhythmic tromp of Enforcers following us. "Are you taking me back to the containment center?"
"What, two nights in there weren't enough for you?" He gives a sharp laugh.
I don't have the energy to be offended. Two nights have been far too much. I need to get moving, start fixing all the brokenness clouding my village. I have a calling to fulfill. "Where are we going?"
"Nether Hospital, to get your medibot removed." He scowls at me and mutters, "What a waste."
"I didn't ask for it." I didn't ask for the small nano-creature to enter my skin and save my life, but God has a way of giving me things I don't ask for.
My posture goes slack. My trust in Him doesn't come as easily as it did before. I miss it.
We board the Lower Missouri Transit on the north side of town and plop into two hard seats. As the train gains speed, the blurred trees and wind-whipped grass remind me of riding the Ivanhoe Independent, only this train is much smoother. No jarring rattles or loud wind.
I want to ask where Hawke is, but the Lead Enforcer already suspects Hawke helped me. Did Hawke get in trouble because I called out for his aid? If so, I don't want to draw more attention to him. But I want to see him.
We need to talk.
The black Enforcer and I disembark, enter the red brick hospital, and walk past the front desk. He pulls me through a series of hallways.
"Ow." I stumble, but he doesn't slow.
If Hawke were the Enforcer with me instead of this hard-handed man, would he be gentle? How is he handling Jude's death? He seemed confused when I told him, as if Jude wasn't supposed to die. I need to tell him how it happened ... how it was my fault.
I hate the idea of Hawke mourning alone.
I killed both our brothers.
We enter a small room with one bed and three cushioned, black chairs. The Enforcer sits, leaving me to stand in the middle of the room. Before I can decide whether to escape or sit down, a sharp knock precedes the entrance of a doctor. I don't recognize his face as anyone who tended to Reid when he recovered from the train derailment last spring. His frown brings me no comfort.
"I'm Enforcer Kaphtor," my Enforcer says. "You're to take out her medibot."
The doctor blinks slowly. "Patients need a scan for remaining injuries before I can remove it."
"Then do it."
The doctor appraises me with a wrinkled nose. "She's that girl who wrote the biography. Parvin Blackwater."
It's okay, talk as if I'm not here. I'm quite happy to be invisible.
"Yup, Unity's newest Radical."
For the first time, I don't mind the title of Radical. I'm proud not to have a Clock like everyone else — proud not to know the day I'll die. I'm terrified, but free from that looming knowledge.
Clock. That's all that matters to people. Numbers, not flesh and blood. Jude was right about that.
"Radicals warrant no medical care. She'd need a Clock, famous troublemaker or not."
Troublemaker? I wrote my biography to save Radicals — to stop the meaningless sentences. Is this how the rest of my people see me? A troublemaker?
"She's under different rules."
The doctor raises an eyebrow. "Oh really? I was unaware that government-set healthcare could change at the whim of an Enforcer."
I finally lower myself into a spare seat, since they won't acknowledge my presence, but the doctor grabs my left arm and yanks me back to my feet. I gasp as a zing shoots down my arm to my stump, pinching the scarred skin as only an invisible hand can do.
"Now that seat needs to be cleaned." He shoves me away. "You going to pay for the cleaning fluid? Don't touch anything."
My arm throbs. I bite the inside of my cheek. Kaphtor stands slowly, towering over the doctor. "I thought Skelley Chase contacted this hospital about Miss Blackwater."
The doctor's mouth opens and closes twice before he manages a sound. "S-Skelley Chase?" He looks at me. "This is his girl? This Radical?"
My nerves pop like a jack-in-the-box. That name ...
Frozen fury forms in the crevices of my brain like glaciers. "No." My voice comes out guttural and dark.
The doctor turns to me. "You're not the one he contacted us about?"
"I'm not his girl." My right hand clenches. The shackles clink. "I'll do nothing under Skelley Chase's orders."
Kaphtor grips my forearm, squeezing like a tourniquet. "You don't have a choice, Radical."
"He murdered my brother!" Shot him. Shot Reid in the head, against his word.
Kaphtor's hold loosens. "He just hastened your brother's Good- bye. You didn't prepare yourself for his death."
"That's because I thought the Clock was mine."
"Enough." The doctor opens the door. "Follow me and we'll take out the medibot. We need a fresh one in our storage anyway."
His eyes narrow. "Like Enforcer Kaphtor said, you don't have a choice, Radical."
My anger isn't really about the medibot. Let them take out the stupid metal creature that's been healing my body from the inside. I just don't want to do anything to please Skelley Chase, the man who got me sent across the Wall.
The man who caused all this.
If not for him, Reid would be alive, I'd be dead, and things would be right.
No. I shake my head as if to rattle my pessimism. God has a calling for me, that's the reason I'm still alive. Why was it so easy to cling to that knowledge two days ago, yet I doubt today?
We accompany the doctor to a new room, long like the start of a hallway. In the center is a flat slab, like a table, but with a screen as the surface. When the door closes, the room is almost completely dark, with just enough glow to see.
A single metal chair rests beside the table.
"Sit." The doctor taps on the table screen.
Now I'm allowed to sit? I plop into a chair and close my eyes, succumbing to his probing.
"You should know"–the doctor speaks from somewhere behind me–"I don't approve of unlawful administration of medical instruments, especially medibots, no matter who does it."
Enforcer Kaphtor says nothing.
Light penetrates my eyelids, so I open them and glance at the table. It is now covered in a colorful grid of yellow lines, green squares, and tiny blue dots.
A small metal dish is placed on the top of my skull and a series of light shocks pass through my body from head to toe. The doctor mutters, clicks something on the metal dish, and sends the shocks again. This time, they're stronger. My left wrist spasms.
"Fool!" the doctor hisses.
He removes the dish from my head. A virtual body now lies on the screen table to my left — or rather floats halfway out of it, face-up as though someone pushed it out of the table from beneath and it's straining against the electronic grid as if it's netting. The body has no distinct features — just a virtual human ... missing a left hand.
So, that's supposed to be me.
A red dot pulses in the stub of my virtual left arm. The doctor places the wide barrel of a device that looks like a gun against my left shoulder. I twist to look at it, but he smacks my cheek with the back of his hand. I swallow the burning in my throat and eyes. I guess doctors are only kind to the patients who can pay.
God, I feel so alone. Reid said I'm never alone because You are here, so why do I feel forgotten? So ... dirty? When will You return me to my family? I can't spend another day in the containment center.
The prayer coaxes my tears to the surface again. I sniff once. The gun sucks my skin with a sharp whirring. I tense in anticipation of pain, but it doesn't come. The barrel leaves my shoulder. The red dot on my virtual body gives three sharp pulses and words scroll across the bottom of the table screen, so tiny I can't make them out.
The doctor throws the gun onto the table. It lands with a clunk, but doesn't disturb the grid. He rounds my chair and faces Enforcer Kaphtor. "Skelley Chase is a wasteful imbecile."
I couldn't agree more.
Kaphtor leans forward. "He does everything for the well-being of others. Watch yourself."
With a wild gesture to me, the doctor continues. "The medibot has taken residence in her body. It never should have been inserted in the first place! There is a delicate process behind receiving a medibot. Thousands of specie have been wasted on this ... this Radical."
My hackles finally rise enough to elicit argument. "Hey, I never asked for it —"
"I don't understand." Kaphtor cuts me off.
"Most medibots are designed to remain in a body until all systems are fixed and functioning." The doctor seizes my left wrist and almost pulls my arm from my socket. "Her severed hand will never be fixed and functioning. Amputees are not allowed medibots unless they have enough specie to permanently purchase it from the medical center."
"There's nothing you can do?" I squirm at the idea of the electronic spider living inside my body forever.
"No! Now get out."
Kaphtor stands. "Mr. Chase wants it removed."
The doctor grabs his medibot-extracting gun and walks to the door. "Well, I won't be the one delivering the bad news. Good day." He holds the door open.
Kaphtor jerks me after him. The shackles cut into my tender wrists. I don't know why Kaphtor uses them — my left arm can slip out at a whim.
We return to Unity via the Lower Missouri Transit and tromp to the containment center. On our way, we pass the county building where the electronic post board makes up one outer wall.
There I am, magnified for everyone to see — a colored photo of me on all fours with the thousand-foot Wall in the background, mid-retch. Charming. Below that picture is a headline.
Parvin Blackwater Returns ... and Outlives Her Clock!
Well, when they say it like that, I sound like a miracle. But it was never my Clock to start with. It was Reid's Clock.
I don't know my Numbers. I don't want to know.
We arrive at the containment center. The building is made of hard wood and a shingled roof — one of the few roofs in Unity Village not made of thatch. As we enter, two more Enforcers pass in the opposite direction with a small albino girl between them.
"Willow!" I reach for her.
"Parvin!" She struggles to return to me, but we've already passed each other.
"Where are you taking her? Bring her back!" The Enforcers exit, yanking her with them. I turn to Kaphtor and abandon whatever pride kept me from cordiality. "Please. Please bring her back or let me go with her. Don't hurt her."
His walking slows and he glances at me. I hold his gaze and he blinks three times fast before looking forward again. Did I break through? Crack the hardness that seems to lay captive every Enforcer?
"She's not your concern."
No matter how I strain, I detect no softening in his voice. "What about Elm?" The anxiety of unanswered questions almost drowns me. "He's the albino boy trapped in the Wall. Is anyone going to let him out?"
Kaphtor pulls me down the hallway to the left, past the cell Willow previously occupied, and into the very last barred unit.
"It's already been two days. Someone has to let him out. He's just a boy. He'll starve!"
He takes off my shackles and shoves me into the cell so hard I fall to the ground. My stump strikes the wooden bench that's served as my bed the past two nights. I cry out, but can't find the energy to push myself up.
The barred door clangs shut and Kaphtor's footsteps echo off the stone. Clip. Clip. Clip. Clip.
I curl on the cold ground. Alone. Helpless. Willow and I are at the mercy of the Enforcers of Unity Village, where laws are ignored and Radicals are killed because it's easy.
I can do nothing. Meanwhile, an assassin is delivering Jude's Clock-matching invention to the Council — giving the Council even more power to control us. Once they start matching everyone with a Clock, they'll make laws by our Numbers. No work for Numbers below one year. No medical care for Numbers two years or less. People won't have a choice to reject the Clocks.
We're nothing more than clicking Numbers to them.
So many things need to be fixed, and I'm inhibited by strips of metal and wood.
What will they do with me? With Willow? With Elm? With my family?
I turn my face to the ceiling, hoping gravity will keep my tears from falling. It doesn't. They stream into my ears and my mind rests only on troubling thoughts.
Willow — my little eleven-year-old albino companion — is trapped in this foreign world so different from the forest life she's known, all because she chose to help me through the Wall. Will I ever get her back home? Will I ever get Elm — her grafting partner — out of the Wall?
It is all my doing. I never should have returned, despite Skelley Chase's threat of killing Reid. He killed him anyway. Or maybe it's because I returned too late. If I could have reached this side a day earlier ...
I AM CALLING YOU.
"I haven't forgotten," I whisper. But if God's calling, why is He letting me sit in a cell while others are dying? Isn't my calling to bring shalom? To save lives?(Continues…)
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Bold. Action packed. Unexpected. A Time To Speak is a book you won't soon forget! Riding on the tales of A Time To Die (see my review here) Nadine offers the second, thrilling installment in the Out of Time Series, A Time To Speak. Here, the very same Parvin that we fell in love with in book one is back and ready to make a difference. She's faced with the challenge of living without a clock in a world where time is counted and almost everyone knows the day they will die. The stage for A Time To Speak is deceptively large and expands the further you progress into the book. The characters have strong motivations and the reader is dropped into a world they can both understand and imagine through Nadine's descriptions. Overall, Parvin speaks and acts as a bastion of truth in a world that is saturated with fear and anger. She's a beacon--though often times her circumstances are so bleak that you wonder how she'll survive. We also see more of Salomon Hawke and, though he still remains partly a mystery, we get to see a lot more of what makes him who he is. He's definitely a favorite character of mine! As I read, it did take me a few chapters to really get hooked. Once I was in it though, I was there until the end. You guessed it: laughing, tearing up, shouting at the pages...all the emotions! I enjoyed what felt like a little bit of additional action in this book (yep, the suspense writer in me coming out) and really liked Nadine's ability to keep me guessing. There were often times where I thought "how in the world will they get out of this situation". And yet, she had a way! I definitely recommend this (and book one, of course) to fans of YA Literature, action, and those who like struggling through problems and issues with a main character that they at once love, are frustrated by, and are rooting for. You'll definitely end this book already wanting book three and the conclusion of the Out of Time Series. (P.S. Nadine just released the title: A Time To Rise and I LOVE it!) My rating: 5* Originally posted on my blog: http://eahendryx.blogspot.com/2015/12/a-time-to-speak-by-nadine-brandes-review.html _______________ I received a free copy of this book for review purposes, but was under no obligation to read the book or post a review. I do so under my own motivation and the opinions I have expressed in this review are honest and entirely my own.
This Sequel Doubles the Stakes, the Action, the Romance, and the Cliffhanger Ending! So if I thought Nadine Brandes' debut, "A Time to Die," was an intense dystopian/survivalist novel, this sequel doubles the stakes, the action, the romance, and the cliffhanger ending! After the devastating events at the end of Parvin's journey beyond the Walls, she returns to her "normal" life forever changed --and so are the people close to her. But too quickly, she finds herself responsible for the survival of the remnant of her townspeople. With her leadership, can they escape beyond the Council's reach? Can they survive beyond the Walls? Can they unravel the mystery of the Clocks? Brandes' dystopian world is expanded upon from the North American continent to the Southern Pole and back. We get to see new locations such as Lost Angel on the west coast and the Antarctica base, each with their own flavors and perils. We also get a glimpse into Prime, a High City, and it's unique culture and technologies. The survival-against-nature aspect of this series is one that sets it apart from other dystopians I've read. While I did have a literary suspension-of-disbelief-moment again, I think most of that comes from the fact that I haven't lived through freezing, snow-inducing weather, so a lot of the Antarctica scenes made me think, "you can't survive that in real life." (I'm sure you probably can, but this warmth-loving girl just probably can't.) =P Parvin continues her journey, growing both as a character and as a leader. If A Time to Die was about Parvin discovering that God has a plan for her life, A Time to Speak is about the details. Have you ever thought, "I know that God has a purpose for me, but what are those exact plans?" That's what Parvin's struggling with also. Hawke, a Enforcer who first made an appearance in "A Time to Die," is one of several characters who are fleshed out in this novel and quickly became one of my favorites. While Parvin and Hawke kind of had more of an "online" or digital friendship in the first novel, their relationship changes when they find themselves working closely together to save an innocent girl. I really liked this progression. The fact that both Parvin and Hawke have faults and the differences in their personalities and how they handle stress or hurt are realistic. I also really appreciated the way they confront these differences and face them in a potentially romantic relationship. I think that's something important for readers to see. Their faults aren't glossed over just because they might be falling in love. A Time to Speak is another action-filled page turner that left the romantic in me completely satisfied. But be warned: the ending is a huge cliffhanger which left me saying, "Did she just do what I think she did?!!!" However, if Nadine Brandes has shown me anything from this series, it's that she's a bold author. She's unafraid to take risks and do the unconventional. I'm absolutely dying to see how she opens the next novel in this series! [Disclosure: I received a digital advanced reader's copy (ARC) from the author for review purposes]
I’ve loved this series so far and can’t wait to see what’s next
Even better than the first book... A Time to Speak Out of Time #2 By Nadine Brandes Her brother was murdered before her very eyes. Willow was kept from returning to the West. Elm was trapped within the wall at Opening 3. And Parvin Blackwater's association with Solomon Hawke is now known. With the information stolen from Jude clocks are coming. Radicals illegal or registered will no longer be clockless, the Council will make sure everyone is matched. Parvin is determined to stop this danger that she alone seems capable of seeing. Can she rescue Willow and stop the Council before it is too late? But the Council has plans and Parvin is about to find out just what they have planned for her. And she's not going to be pleased. The Council is targeting Radicals and Low City citizens and Parvin is determined to be their voice and warn them of the coming danger. If all else fails she will lead them through the Wall to the safety of Ivanhoe. When the Enforcers begin rounding up people Parvin makes sure she is included so as to provide guidance to her people. But when they find themselves on a cargo ship heading to an unknown location, Parvin must overcome her doubts and rely on the faith that she has claimed as her own. After all she has felt the call to speak and she will go wherever she is lead. Parvin is a Radical turned Rebel and she is about to show the Council just how far she will go to be a voice against their lies. Parvin is determined to be the voice of truth to any and all who will listen. Her family and friends have been separated. Some are in hiding, others are in the custody of the government, and some are with her. A year ago Parvin was convinced that she would soon die, but now she is determined to live. And her life is going to make a difference to the world. This is the second book in the Out of Time series and it is as intense as the first book A Time to Die. Skelley Chase is as despicable as he was when he pulled the trigger that ended Reid's life, if not more so. This is an emotional journey, a journey of discovery, and a journey in search of the truth. Teens and adults who love dystopian and science fiction will enjoy this continuation Parvin's journey. I was provided a copy of this book in exchange for my honest review.
A Time to Speak had me riveted!! Y'all I could not pry myself from my eReader, much to the consternation of my children. I just had to find out what would happen to Parvin. Parvin still flounders, but every time she does, she seeks God. Y'all there's just such an important lesson in that. Sure, these books are marketed for the YA crowd, but I can tell you the lessons and story will touch everyone...no matter the age of the reader. Parvin finds her voice in this story. Not only that, but her voice gives courage to many. In a time where too many unwise people are speaking, I find Parvin's pure reliance on God refreshing and inspiring. It's a disappointment she's actually not a real person. We could find much parallel between her world and the one popping up in our newsfeed and our news channels. *I received a free copy from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
Are you kidding me?! How?! How does a story hit you harder and harder when you think it’s given you the best already? How does it grip you tight, almost breathless with its scenes? Nadine Brandes’ Out of Time series, book 2, A Time to Speak may very well be my favorite of the trilogy. First off, I just LOVE that cover. You know me, very visual oriented, and that cover, along with Nadine’s prolific writing style had created a world that expands. There’s so much in A Time to Speak. So much that I can’t fathom how one book, or one series can throw that in there. As much as there’s intensity, there’s softness, there’s love and hatred, there’s pain and there’s healing, there’s good and there’s evil. And within all the darkness you see in this book, you see God’s light, o such bright light shining through! The hope in knowing despite all trials, evil and heartaches, God has a plan. Hope in that when we seek Him alone, His will, not ours will be done. O, how A Time to Speak speaks to us, challenges us and encourages us as we travel together towards that mission – a mission to speak of Him. “He wants us to dwell on and seek Him. Then our decisions will be made from our love for and relationship with Him.” (330) Yes, the message was strong, but don’t dismiss what else we can fall in love with in this series, and in A Time to Speak specifically. The romance. What Solomon said. What does it mean to love? I think my heart melted right then and there. It was that GOOD. It’s not something you can let go or forget - ever. Perfect wedding vow (not to say there’s a wedding scene there). I won’t quote it, because it's just something you have to experience yourself. Trust me when I say it is imprinted in my mind and heart (and also copied in my notebook). Not to miss. Truly not to be missed. Now, it's time for me to jump into A Time to Rise, the final installment of the Out of Time series. This review first appeared on Just Commonly blog. NOTE: I received a complimentary copy of this book for an honest review. All opinions expressed are my own. For my review policy, please see my Disclosure page.
Reviewed by Marta Tandori for Readers' Favorite A Time to Speak is Book 2 in the explosive sci-fi/dystopian series, Out of Time, by Nadine Brandes. With plenty of suffering, conflict, tension and action, A Time to Speak takes its readers to another place, a fractured world where time is a precious commodity, and having a Clock means knowing the day you’ll die. The huge electronic post board on the county building makes the announcement for all to see – Parvin Blackwater returns to Unity Village and outlives her Clock! Major news, to be sure. The only problem is, it wasn’t her Clock, it was her brother, Reid’s Clock, and there’s absolutely nothing right in Parvin’s world at the moment. She’s lost her left hand and, more important still, her beloved Reid is dead, her sister-in-law can’t stand her, her parents are aloof, her little albino friend, Willow, is locked up in the containment center, and Elm, another little boy, is trapped in the Wall tunnel. At the moment, Parvin can barely help herself, let alone help anyone else. She is Unity’s newest registered Radical and everyone hates her. Well, almost everyone – except for Solomon Hawke, who’s now one of them – an Enforcer, someone to be hated and certainly not trusted, and yet it is he who shows Parvin mercy and kindness when no one else will. To say that A Time to Speak is off the charts in terms of imagination is an understatement. Brandes has a knack for combining elements from today’s world with something that is out of the ordinary to create a dynamic dystopian world where Walls and Clocks have profound life and death significance. The character of Parvin Blackwater is strangely reminiscent of Katniss Everdeen, the young protagonist in The Hunger Games by talented author Suzanne Collins. Like young Katniss, Parvin is a galvanizing symbol of rebellion and ultimately of hope; a voice for those who have none or for those too afraid to speak. Solomon Hawke is the epitome of strength and support, and is the perfect foil for her. The book is well written, keeping readers thoroughly engaged through effortless dialogue and vivid descriptions that are a feast for the senses. If there’s anything negative to be said, it would be that the book requires more back story in the first few chapters which will benefit those readers who did not read the first book in the series. While the lack of back story made the read somewhat perplexing at the beginning, it did not take away from the overall enjoyment of the story – and what a story it was! Well worth the read.
They thought she was controllable and they were right but one detail they hadn't taken into account She obeyed and trusted another more than her fear she followed the uncontrollable God. I felt a deep connection with the characters. The plot was fast, amazing, but still believable, there was a constant rising tension throughout. I really enjoyed all the cool inventions and stuff they have in this futuristic book, but most of all Parvin's faith. Her belief in God feels real, and it is by no means the point of the book, but it is there and motivate and upholds her, and God sometimes says a word to her..... like SPEAK. I just love how she can really hear him. I liked the romance in here. Often I don't but she is 18 after all and it was a lovely, squealy kinda romance that happened slowly, but surely. I like the other relationships in the book too, they felt real. Parvin and her Mum and all the other minor characters who we hear a lot about. I highly recommend this book and enjoyed it even more than the first one. There were some unpleasant bits (people dying from falls, explosion, fights) but they weren't overly descriptive, like they were in the first book.
The time has come for Parvin Blackwater to speak out against the injustices the government has done to its citizens. The clocks that tell when a person will die are being used as one more way to control people, including refusing to allow medication for those people who don’t have clocks or only have a few months left to live. So Parvin must use her new influenced gained by becoming a hero for surviving whatever is past the wall to speak out. How many more people will have to die before problems are solved? A Time to Speak was epic, just like book one, but better. Parvin is now called to lead, but the stakes are higher because of Jude’s invention. But, Yikes! This one ends in worse of a cliffhanger than At Time to Die! And I thought Jude’s and Reid’s death were awful! Be forewarned! How do I even begin to describe the awesomeness? This is one of my, like, three favorite series right now. This book is awesome, from Parvin’s meeting with the secret Christian group, to her developing romance with Solomon, to the sacrifices she makes for God, her family, and the innocents around her. My favorite scene is depicted on the cover. It reminded me of Moses and Exodus in the Bible as well as one of my other favorite books, From the Mouth of Elijah; in all three stories, the main characters step out in faith, doing something that should harm themselves but doesn’t because of God’s grace, leaving tangible evidence of the miracles that occurred. I absolutely adored this book and have so much to say that I can’t because of spoilers! This book is terribly full of them! I highly, highly recommend it – to teens, adults, Christians, and others, as an epic adventure, a tiny bit of sweet romance, and a challenge to your faith. I received a free copy of this book in exchange for helping on the author’s street team and was not required to review it but do so anyway.
This is the second book in Nadine Brandes’ Out of Time series that follows Radical Parvin Blackwater. I’m pretty new to the dystopian genre, having only read Nadine’s two books. I knew the basis of the genre, but I didn’t realize how deeply it could effect me. Both of Nadine’s books are excellent, that I don’t doubt, and they’ve both left me with much to think about. I picked up this book knowing that it would probably break my heart a bit, as the first one did, I just didn’t realize to what extent. And that isn’t meant to dissuade anyone. I loved this book! I just want to give fair warning that this isn’t a light read. Sometimes it’s dark, it’s heavy, the story carries weight and caused me to pause and think. I personally love a book that draws me so thoroughly into it that I do react. That I want to pitch it across the room, or cry, or run and tell my friends about it. Those are the books that I love the most, because they become almost real to me and I believe that it takes a gift to add that kind of weightiness to mere words. Nadine does a fantastic job of returning me to Unity and to Parvin’s world. I love all of the characters that return and how she continued to build their ranks with new names and faces. I especially loved getting to know Solomon and watching Parvin grow even more. She’s definitely had quite the journey and I enjoyed seeing how that changed her, made her stronger. Though she has learned a lot, there is still yet more for her to find. I enjoyed following her as she grew, became a leader, and saw her vision happen. She is so realistic and I appreciated the fact that she’s never shown as perfect, or some pinnacle to be reached, but rather she’s broken. She is weak and sometimes she’s hurting, but she doesn’t surrender, even when it would’ve been the easier road. She’s a character that I found myself cheering for the entire way. I also find myself fascinated by the world that Nadine has created and all of the gadgets that go along with it. I’ve never been much of a sci-fi person, but now I’m curious. There are so many ideas of what is possible and I love the way she explored them. They are definitely advanced, but not so far beyond my knowledge that I couldn’t comprehend. Her details are also wonderful. I could almost feel the cold and the elements, hear the waves and smell the sea. I loved how the story so thoroughly engaged me. I have to admit that I almost envy Parvin’s faith. Though she’s been shaken and she has questions, she trusts. After giving it some thought, I really wonder if I could say the same. She’s tested beyond what she thought possible and found that God is so much stronger than anything they could imagine. I loved watching her faith grow and seeing her become more confident in who she is and who God called her to be. I loved how real this topic was throughout the book and how it played such a large part into their every day lives. I honestly don’t have big complaints. My only negative comment is that I really disliked how the story ended. Major cliffhanger and just a “really?!” moment. I turned the last page, expecting another, and it was just over. I was anticipating that to some extent, because the first one ended the same way, but still. Really?! That being said, I definitely have incentive now to read the third book ASAP, though I think it may be a few months before it releases. I highly recommend this book! My thanks to the author for my copy of this book!
A Time to Die was a thought-provoking inspirational piece of work. But this. . .you will not be able to put down. Guaranteed. There are few books I enjoy this much, and when I find them, I hold on tight and enjoy the ride! This is a MUST-read! I just finished it and am going to start reading it again. Please don’t miss out on this adventure! I won’t spoil anything, but I enjoyed getting to better know Parvin, Hawke, Skelly Chase, Mrs. Blackwater, and all the citizens of Unity Village. This book is very well written and the description is perfect. I can see, feel, and hear it all! But there isn’t so much description that I get bored. So enjoy and share it :)
If A Time to Die was an agonizing wake-up call, then A Time to Speak is a series of brutal struggles, intermingled with hard-won triumphs possible only through Parvin’s faith in God. This is a book that shows the cost of true sacrifice through the eyes of a maturing teenage girl, and like A Time to Die, it is one intense ride. The difference? This time Parvin is choosing to embrace the turmoil, heartache, and suffering in order to set others free. I enjoyed the maturation of Parvin’s character throughout this book. It took longer than I would have liked as a reader, but was realistic for her. Author Brandes is continuing to take a different path for this heroine. Throughout the whole ordeal, Parvin is doubted, mistrusted, and even harmed by the very people she came to help and shelter. Instead of her miraculously getting charisma or ‘muchness’, she gains friends and allies in the least likely places. And as in the first book, her moody inner monologue is kept in balance by wry self-awareness and well-timed plot twists. Another difference? Now that the foundation has been laid, the plot of A Time to Speak moves much faster and is all the better for it. There are some thrilling action sequences, and more than one scene where the only way I knew Parvin would survive is that she’s the protagonist and an author would never kill a protagonist…right? Right? There were a few hiccups on the journey for me. One of them was Parvin herself. Occasionally, I wished she would act more quickly or react less emotionally to things. Being that her personality is pretty opposite to mine, this is inevitable, but I sometimes found being in her head exhausting. Still, kudos to Brandes for writing her so potently. Second, the use of Skelley Chase honestly confused me. I believe he was meant to be a shifty character, but at times it seemed like he was more of a deux ex machina, showing up just to spoil things, instead of having any motivations of his own. I hope that the third book delves into his character a lot more. Final Verdict: A Time to Speak is a fitting sequel to A Time to Die, with a quick-moving plot that takes no prisoners and a main character who faces severe trials in her quest to save her people. Don’t expect an easy read, but do expect to be confronted by questions of faith, hope, redemption, and speaking out when the world is against you.