Thalli has fifteen minutes and twenty-three seconds to live. The toxic gas that will complete her annihilation is invading her bloodstream. But she is not afraid.
Decades before Thalli’s birth, the world was decimated by a nuclear war. But life continued deep underground, thanks to a handful of scientists known as The Ten. There they created genetically engineered human beings who are free of emotions in the hope that war won’t threaten the world again.
Thalli is an anomaly, born with the ability to feel emotions and a sense of curiosity she can barely contain. She has survived so far by hiding her differences. But then her secret is discovered when she’s overwhelmed by the emotion of an ancient piece of music.
The Ten quickly schedule her annihilation, but her childhood friend, Berk—a scientist being groomed by The Ten—convinces them to postpone her death and study her instead. While in the Scientists’ Pod, Thalli and Berk form a dangerous alliance, one strictly forbidden by the constant surveillance.
As her life ticks a way, she hears rumors of someone called the Designer—someone even more powerful than The Ten. What’s more, the parts of her that have always been an anomaly could in fact be part of a much larger plan. And the parts of her that she has always guarded could be the answer she’s been looking for all along.
Thalli must sort out what to believe and who to trust, before her time runs out.
“. . . the first in what has the potential to be a fascinating trilogy of general appeal. McGee’s simple narrative belies the novel’s complexity, a factor that will make this intriguing book accessible to a wide variety of teen readers.” —Booklist
About the Author
When Krista McGee isn't living in fictional worlds of her own creation, she lives in Tampa and spends her days as a wife, mom, teacher, and coffee snob. She is also the author of Anomaly , First Date , Starring Me , and Right Where I Belong . Twitter: @KristaMcGeeYAFacebook: krista.a.mcgee
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By KRISTA MCGEE
Thomas NelsonCopyright © 2013 Krista McGee
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I suppose I've always known something was wrong with me. I've never quite been normal. Never really felt like I fit. Don't get me wrong. I've tried. In fact, I spent most of my life trying.
Like everyone in Pod C, I was given a particular set of skills, a job I would eventually take over from the generation before us.
I am the Musician of Pod C.
My purpose is to stimulate my pod mates' minds through the instruments I play. I enable the others to do their jobs even better.
And that is important because being productive is important. Working hard is important. I have always been able to do that. But being the same is also important.
This is where I have failed.
I started realizing this in my ninth year, the year my pod mate Asta was taken away. We were outside in the recreation field and our Monitor had us running the oval track. We ran nine times—one time for each year of life. This was part of our daily routine.
Sometimes, I would like to say no. To just sit down, not to run. Sometimes I want to ask why we have to do this. And why we always do everything in the same order, day after day. Why couldn't we run ten laps? Or eight? Or skip laps altogether and do something else? But I knew better than to ask those questions, to ask any questions. We are only allowed to ask for clarification. Asking why is something only I would consider.
I am an anomaly.
So was Asta. But I didn't know it until that day. She always did what she was told, and nothing in her big black eyes made her appear to be having thoughts to the contrary. She was training to be our pod Historian, so she was always documenting what we were doing and what we were discovering. Her fingers could fly over her learning pad faster than any I'd ever seen. But that day, when we were running, she stopped. Right in the center of the track. I was so shocked that I ran right into her back, knocking her to the ground.
"I apologize." I reached for her hand, but when she looked up at me, I saw a yellowish substance coming from her nose. I had never seen anything like it. Her eyes were red and she was laboring to breathe—all of this was quite unusual. I pulled my hand back and called for the Monitor to come over and help Asta.
But the Monitor didn't help her. She looked down into Asta's face and her eyes grew large. She pressed the panel on her wrist pad. "Please send a team to Pod C. We need a removal."
The Monitor motioned for me to finish my laps. No one else had stopped to see what happened. The rest of my pod mates simply ran closer to the edge of the track, eyes forward, completing the circuit.
I stood and tried to run, but I did not want to run. I wanted to stay here, to help Asta. She looked ... I do not know how to describe it. But whatever it was made my heart feel heavy.
Berk ran up beside me. "You will never beat me." His grin shook me from my thoughts. I was determined to beat Berk. He always thought he was faster, but I knew I could outrun him. So I picked up my pace. Berk did the same.
We were on our fifth lap when I saw a floating white platform with four Medical Specialists land beside Asta on the grass inside the track. "Where will they take her?"
"I don't know." Berk slowed a little. He was watching the medics lift Asta onto the platform, then wrap her in some sort of covering. "Maybe take her to the Scientists. They will help her."
Berk was going to be a Scientist. One of the Scientists who govern the State. That made him different—but in a good way. The Monitors never corrected him, and he was allowed to study any subject that interested him during the time the rest of us worked on improving knowledge in our specialty areas.
I didn't say anything else, but the image of Asta being taken away—removed—stayed with me. And somehow I didn't think she was going to be helped. The look on the Monitor's face was not the look she gets when one of us falls and scrapes a knee on the track. It was the look she gets when we do something we shouldn't. But Asta hadn't done anything wrong. She just had something wrong inside her.
A few days later I asked the Monitor if Asta would be coming back. I had worked on how I would phrase that question for days. It could not sound like a "why." It had to sound like I simply wanted information, clarification. I had to sound like my pod mate Rhen. Logical. Not emotional.
"Excuse me." I tried to ask with an air of indifference. "Will Asta be returning to Pod C?"
The Monitor did not even look up from her communications pad. "No."
And that was all. I had to bite my lip to keep from asking why. I imagined all kinds of reasons. None of them made sense, and none of them, I knew, could ever be voiced.
In the quiet of our cube, I asked Rhen, "What do you think happened to Asta?"
But Rhen just looked at me like she did not understand the question. "She was removed."
And that's all she needed to know.
When I still couldn't stop thinking about it, I asked Berk. We were back on the track several days after Asta's removal. "If she went to the Scientists, why don't they fix her and send her back?"
Berk slowed his pace a little before answering. "Maybe they will keep her with them."
"But she's our Historian." I could argue with Berk. He actually enjoyed it, liked questions. "They already have one of their own."
"Whatever they are doing, it is right." This is what we have always been taught. And, of course, it is correct.
"But I want to see her."
"When I leave to live in the Scientists' compound, I will tell her that."
That made me feel better. And worse. Better because I knew Berk would do what he said. Worse because I knew that when he did, I would lose another pod mate. I would lose Berk.
I did not want to think about that.
"I will win this time." I pushed all thoughts of Asta from my mind and ran as hard as I could to the line marking the end of our circuit.
* * *
Berk left when we were twelve. It was very different from when Asta left. Lute, our Culinary Specialist, created a pastry that was huge and delicious. We are rarely given pastries—the Scientists say that we function best with vegetables and proteins. We are allowed fruit once a day, but pastries are only for special events: like Berk leaving us to begin his training with The Ten. One day he would be one of the leaders of our State, with a variety of specialties and more knowledge than any of us could imagine.
I always knew he would have to go. But I did not want him to. Berk was the only one who understood me. He was the only one who would argue with me. He let me ask questions and did not think I was peculiar for having them.
"Will you ever come back to visit?" Berk and I sat in the gathering chamber. Everyone else had returned to their cubes. But the Monitors allowed Berk to stay. And because they allowed Berk to do anything he wanted, they allowed me to remain behind as well.
Berk shrugged. "If I can."
I knew then he would be just like Asta—gone forever. Suddenly, my throat felt tight.
The lights flickered off.
Berk groaned. "Power outage."
It happened often. Berk was sure he could help solve that problem. The solar panels, he said, were overtaxed. They needed to either add more panels or find a way to use less energy. When he got to the Scientists' compound, he would make solving that problem his priority.
Berk tapped his communications pad and the small square made enough light for me to see his face. He leaned close to me. "I have an idea."
I could smell the soap on his skin. His teeth glowed blue from the light his pad cast on his face. Berk took an eating utensil from his pocket, scooted off the sofa, and pulled me down with him. "No cameras." He reached under the sofa, utensil in hand, and started scratching on the ground.
"What are you doing?" I looked toward the door, making sure no Monitors were here to see this.
"You will see." His head was on the ground, his arm as far under the sofa as it could go. His other hand held his communications pad. I leaned down too, but his head was in my way and I couldn't see what he was doing.
Finally, he pulled his hand out and smiled a big grin. I would miss that grin. "Look."
I bent down and, in the blue glow of the communications pad, saw that he had scratched our names into the chamber's hard floor.
My eyes burned. I didn't know what was happening, but it felt awful. Like my heart would explode and leak out, one drop at a time.
"Is it that bad?" Berk's face was in the shadows.
A tear slid down my face and Berk wiped it away with his thumb. "I will always be here." He pointed to our names, a secret testimony to our secret bond. Me, an abnormality, and he, a leader.
The lights were back on—which meant the cameras were too. I stood and turned my back to the wall where the cameras were hidden. "Good-bye, Berk."
I went back to my cube and buried my head under my covers, trying to push down the emotions threatening to spill out, like the tears that dampened my pillow and the substance, so like Asta's, that dripped from my nose. My heart felt like it was being ripped out. Berk was my best friend in the whole State. And he was gone. Forever.
In the years since, I learned that when I am missing Berk or Asta, I can play my tears through my instruments. And the Monitors think I am just improving. They don't know the truth. I play laughter and frustration. I play feelings I cannot define. But the music defines them for me. I don't feel out of place when I am playing. I feel just right. I wish I could play all the time.
But we have other responsibilities. Like right now. I am supposed to be in my cube, reading my lesson on the learning pad. I am in my cube. And I have my learning pad. But I am using it to write music instead. Sometimes notes come into my mind and I need to get them out, on the screen, so I can play them later. The Monitors see me doing this. I know they will come in and tell me to stop, to complete my lesson. I know this and yet here I am, fingers flying over my pad, getting as many notes on my program as I can before—
"Thalli." The Monitor arrives. She is the sixth Monitor we have had this year, although I know she has been here before. More than once. But the Monitors rotate every two months. The Scientists don't want us becoming dependent on them. The Monitors are older than we are, from the generation before us, Pod B, and their lives will end before ours.
Productivity is key, as is peace.
The Scientists determined long ago that generations who live and die together will be more productive and more peaceful than those who live integrated with other generations. So we live only with our generation, seeing other generations only occasionally and only for short periods of time.
"History." The Monitor taps on my screen and my lesson pops up. "You have free time next hour."
I wait until I hear the Monitor's sharp heels fading into the distance, then I finally look at my screen. I don't know why I wait. Rhen wouldn't wait. She would do exactly as she was told right when she was told to do it. Rhen wouldn't work on music when she was supposed to be studying history either.
But I am not Rhen.
History is my least favorite subject. There is nothing new. At least with the other subjects, new layers are added each year. But as I scroll through the lesson, it's exactly the same material we've had since we learned how to read.
"In the era before ours, the world was chaotic. People did terrible things." I look up from the pad. I would like to know about those terrible things. But if I even asked, I'd be taken away for sure. No one asks questions like that. Questions like that do not promote peace.
I look back down and pretend to read while my thoughts run away, back to my music. If I am being completely honest, I know I am flawed. But no one else has to know. I need to force myself not to give in to those flaws. Which means I need to force myself to study history.
Ah yes. Terrible things. The final terror was what the Scientists called a Nuclear War. Something that destroyed everything aboveground. Billions of people died in one moment.
I try to imagine billions of people. I see them as notes crammed on a pad of music, so many notes that the screen is black with just little dots of white peeking through whole and half notes, shining through the crevices of the treble clef.
I must concentrate.
The only survivors were The Ten, the Scientists who now rule the State. Before this war, they had been creating the underground State for almost a decade because the government of what they called their country wanted to have something in place to protect their rulers. The rulers never had time to make it underground, though. But The Ten were here. They had known this was coming—not the Nuclear War exactly, but something terrible. They watched people become slaves to emotion and be driven by conflict. The end result of emotion and conflict is devastation.
So they decided to begin again with a State that required peace, that did not allow for any conflicts so there would never be any wars. Emotions were limited for the same reason. Before the State began, children were born in a way the history lesson called "primitive."
"Primitive." I mouth the word, barely above a whisper. It sounds awful. What does it mean?
Children were designed by The Ten, designed to be healthy and intelligent and know their places in the State. When their incubation period ended, they were placed in pods with other children whose incubation periods ended. Mine is the third generation of children, with each generation having just enough citizens to maintain productivity and fill the vacancies left by those who were no longer productive.
Ours will never be a world of billions.
I look back at my learning pad. I can answer all the questions at the end without having to read the information again. But the learning pad watches my eyes, making sure I read everything, not letting me complete the evaluation until I have looked at every word.
Finally, I finish. I return to my music when a sound erupts in the cube next to mine. Rhen's cube.
I have heard that sound before. A long time ago.
It was the sound Asta made before she was taken away.
Rhen steps into my cube. Her nose drips a yellowish substance.
Before I can stop her, she presses the emergency button that summons the Monitors to our wing.
It was my fault." I step in front of Rhen, blocking the Monitors from seeing her face, her nose.
"No." Rhen's hand is on my shoulder. She wants to report herself. It is logical—she realizes she is flawed so she must leave.
But something greater than logic makes me stop her. I don't know what it is, I only know that I have lost two friends already. I cannot lose another. I cannot stand the thought of waking up every day and not seeing Rhen in our cube.
"I hit the button." I look at the Monitors. The one who had come to me earlier stands beside a new one. They look almost identical. All Monitors do. Dark hair, dark eyes, tall and thin, hair pulled away from their heads. They are designed with heightened senses of sight and hearing. Nothing escapes their notice.
"I didn't hear you move from your seat." The first Monitor looks at me, her dark eyebrows lifted.
I don't say anything. Rhen looks at me, and I see the question in her eyes. I close my own in response. We will not discuss this with the Monitors.
"You are seventeen, Thalli." The Monitor folds her arms. "You must stop playing tricks. That is not acceptable anymore. Do you think the Scientists play tricks?"
Of course the Scientists do not play tricks. They work hard and they work together and they help this world to function in perfect order and harmony. I lower my head to acknowledge that I understand that fact and am ashamed for having been frivolous with my time.
Rhen breathes in deeply through her nose, the substance making a liquid sound as it goes up. I do the same, trying to make a similar sound. The Monitor's look of surprise turns to one of annoyance. "Rhen, please do not allow Thalli to encourage you to behave in ways that are unseemly for one your age."
"Of course." Rhen's voice sounds different, deeper. The Monitors step forward. They are going to examine Rhen. I have to do something.
"Attention, please." The wall screen lights up. I want to shout in relief. But I do not, of course. I do glance at Rhen and smile just a little.
The Announcer's face fills the screen. His face is flawless. Announcers are plastered on our walls at least twice a day, and so they must be pleasant to look at. They all look slightly different. I like this one the best. He has hair that is a mix between Rhen's blond and my brown. His eyes are a bright green.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Well, here’s a strange turn of events. I read so much that I rarely have time (or the inclination) to re-read anything, although I have a home library full of those books that I want to have available for re-reading, just in case. You know how it goes. What’s really odd this time, though, is that I want to re-read Anomaly right now while I still remember it. Here’s the thing—I became so captivated by this book that I raced through it, unable to put it down until the end, and now I need to go back and do it again so I can savor it like a fine meal. Krista McGee is a new author to me so I looked her up before signing on with this tour. Because I did that, I knew when I started that there was likely to be a Christian “flavor” to the story. I know some reviewers have expressed surprise and, in some cases, dismay over this but I don’t have much sympathy for the latter as a little bit of research would have told them what might be coming. Also, Ms. McGee handles this with a fairly light touch and I didn’t find it overbearing at all. I have enjoyed what can be called Christian fiction in the past and will do so again, just as I enjoy fiction that has a complete absence of any religious element. I won’t say too much about the individual characters because getting to know them better is one reason I’m going to read it again. I will say that, while I like Thalli a lot, Berk really captured my interest. There are other characters who appealed to me or at least made me pay attention even if I didn’t like them but Berk is certainly the one who stands out, just a little more than Thalli. As for worldbuilding, many first-time dystopian writers have a tough time showing the readers enough but not too much; we need to understand the world but we don’t want all our questions answered. I’d have to say that Ms. McGee has done a very creditable job here and has left me with a deep desire to find out what will happen next. We have to wait till next January for the second book, Luminary, and I’m not all that patient when I’m waiting for a highly anticipated sequel, so I guess I’ll just curl up now for my re-read ;-)
I wasn't expecting the religious views in this story- its a good story, well written, and worth the read if you don't mind the christian layers.
I’m really excited about Anomaly because, one, I’ve really enjoyed Krista’s other books, (which are contemporary re-imaginings of Bible stories. Transporting the story the story of Esther to a reality-dating show? Genius!) and two, it’s Christian Teen Dystopian fiction! Thalli’s voice grabbed me from the first sentence and never let go. You catch some of the wonder that she feels as she experiences new emotions for the first time and eventually comes to know the Designer. The plot twists were a little predictable, and Berk is a little too perfect, but I still can’t wait for Luminary! A great addition to the Inspirational YA canon, Anomaly is also a great example of the what new face of Christian Teen fiction looks like. Authors like Krista McGee are helping this genre find its feet and it’s exciting to see!
I'm not one to like YA, but this was good. I think what I really enjoyed was how the author had to deal with very limiting circumstances (with society being ruled by the State, having cameras everywhere, being monitored etc). So I liked the very inventive ways she came up with to do certain things (talked to characters without others knowing etc). But what really sold me is that, however limiting, the author really kept everything at a minimal. A lot of YA fiction tends to make over-emotional characters and situations where characters act in a way that doesn't feel real. I think for the story and world, these characters acted still in a very minimal way (no one was over-emotional to the point where I would want to slap him/her). The romance is pretty and I loved them. I liked that the characters were accepting of their fate and omg, great great ending. Dr. Loudin is smarter than I thought which is so hard to find in YA (villains tend to be very oblivious to everything usually). And I also think that a society built without human feelings and such would make it believable that they would be so starved for a spiritual awakening. If that's not your thing, ok, but I found it awesome and I could go with it. I would say the beginning is a great start. The middle was iffy and slightly boring (Progress wasn't very fun for me imo) but it picked up after that. This felt like two books rather than one. Cool, cool book. Can't wait for July when next book comes out! (:
Anomaly is a YA dystopian, post-nuclear war survival story. Yes, I hear your sigh. Another one? But guess what. This book was GREAT! The plot was well-developed, the characters believable, the concept possible, if not probable. And there was a twist at the end that left you wanting to know MORE! This absorbing read for YA enthusiasts has a strong Christian worldview that doesn’t overpower or come across as preachy. Krista does a wonderful job of being inside Thalli’s head as she blossoms into the creative, emotionally charged human The Designer meant her to be. I was really intrigued by the secondary world Krista develops in this story, and how compromised standards were intentionally presented as attractive options. I can’t say more without a spoiler alert, but isn’t that how sin is often presented? A subtle shifting of lines, quiet agreements, compromise. I highly recommend this to YA readers, and I look forward to reading the next book when it comes out. NOTE: I was given a copy of this book for the purpose of this review.
Sci-Fi/Dystopian With A Spiritual Twist. What I Liked: This was a unique take on the Sci-Fi/Dystopian genre because the story blends science with spiritual aspects. However, the positive message of a Creator or Designer, didn't feel forced or preachy. The characters are engaging and the plot twists and turns keep the story moving. What Left Me Wanting More: There were a few times I found myself a little lost but not enough to detract from the story as a whole. :) Final Verdict: A great start to a new series.
246 pgs, it is part of a trilogy so that should tell you it's a cliffhanger. Also, religious, but worked into the plot well. Overall good book, but I'm not completely sold on dystopian YA so may not read the complete series.
I have ofteb thought that a Christian should write a dystopian.. Who better to give hope in a hopeless situation than Christ? Well done, Kristta. The story was captivating!
Definitely reading the second book
This book really is THAT good. If you like Christian fiction but don't know if sci-fi is your thing, READ THIS. The opposite is true as well. Anomaly wove themes that are not easy to reconcile into one story. Kind of apocalypse meets Star Trek meets the Bible and well done.
This book is and the rest of its series are one of the best out there! Other awesome books and series are the Darkest Minds series by Alexandra Bracken, Michael Vey series by Richard Paul Evans, Divergent series, Extraction series by Stephanie Diaz, Virals series by Kathy Reichs, and the Lorien Legacies by Pittacus Lore. And there a lot more of awesome books out there, i was just naming a few. Anyway, i just really really loved this book series. I read all three books in two days.
I cant wait to read three i allready read 2
Truth be told, as much as I love Jesus, I don't usually read a lot of Christian fiction. I find it a little contrived and a whole lot cheesy--at times. There are a few exceptions, and I've reviewed some of those exceptions on here. My newest exception? Anomaly. Now, before you decide to ignore this one because of its "religious" undertones, please let me remind you: I don't normally do Christian books! But, this one has such an intriguing story that the message just serves as the cherry on top of the fantastic apocalyptic-sundae. The characters are intense yet relatable, the setting is mysterious and foreboding. The main character, Thalli, seems to be up a creek without a paddle, so-to-speak, for most of the story, yet there's a beauty in the hopelessness BECAUSE of its inspirational message. Christianity not for you? Well, I firmly believe you can still enjoy this tale. While I believe in its message whole-heartedly, I also believe that for those that aren't Jesus-inclined, Ms. McGee created a world that will still leave you wanting to know more. Questioning how everything will come together. Wanting to know a little more about the belief-system that drives these individuals into thinking they can survive the impossible. I think you'll also be wanting to see more of the Thalli-Berk romance. Because I have a feeling that it's just the beginning for these two. Romance, suspense, a uniquely wholesome message? What's not to love?!
omg she used to be a high school teacher at my old school when her first book came out FIRST DATE!!! Her books are so wonderful and creative. They have great detail and everything. I wish her the best on her future, kids, and husband. God Bless!!
The story was interesting and relatively original. However, the author fell short of originality where the dialogue was concerned. For example, John is an ex-preacher in his 80's, or 90's, who has survived the nuclear end of the world and lost everyone but his estranged son, but there is no difference between his speech patterns and vocabulary and those of the teenage characters. To add to this, whenever the characters talked about "the Designer" it felt more like an excuse to preach than an authentic and vital part of the story. All of this caused me to limbo between genuine interest in the plot and frustration with the distraction caused by the overwhelming weaknesses in the development. I would be interested to read the rest of the series, but I wouln't pay for them.
Great book!! I loved the music theme. (I play flute. In fact, I played Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring the day I started reading this book.) I cannot wait to read the next books!
I was reading some of the consumer reviews and noticed how many posts included spoilers. Please title them " spoiler" or dont post at all, i dont want to know the ending of the book before i even read it. Thank you for your consideration (yes im a hunger games fangirl).
Whereas this book does not offer a spectacular read, it does offer a thought provoking one. This book offers the beginning of a series with high potential and the foundation of intriguing characters. I found it thoroughly enjoyable and fun to come back to chapter after chapter. I am excited to see where this series goes and I look forward to reading the next book in the series.
I usually read 2 books a week and they often run together unless it is exceptional. Anomaly was one of those exceptional books for me. It kept me guessing, thinking, feeling and wanting to know more about the characters. I can't wait for the next book to come out!
I am not sure if the author wanted this to be a teen romance, dystopian novel, psychological exercise or Christian science fiction. It wanders all over the place with little direction.
This book kept me on my feet. And trying to figure out who was real and who wasnt. I cannot wait for the sequel to come out!!!
This is a different take on the teen dystopia genre. It ws a quick read but I still got invested in the characters and i am looking forward to the next book.