Your mother hollers that you're going to miss the bus. She can see it coming down the street. You don't stop and hug her and tell her you love her. You don't thank her for being a good, kind, patient mother. Of course notyou launch yourself down the stairs and make a run for the corner.
Only, if it's the last time you'll ever see your mother, you sort of start to wish you'd stopped and did those things. Maybe even missed the bus.
But the bus was barreling down our street, so I ran.
Fourteen kids. One superstore. A million things that go wrong.
In Emmy Laybourne's action-packed debut novel Monument 14, six high school kids (some popular, some not), two eighth graders (one a tech genius), and six little kids trapped together in a chain superstore build a refuge for themselves inside. While outside, a series of escalating disasters, beginning with a monster hailstorm and ending with a chemical weapons spill, seems to be tearing the worldas they know itapart.
By Emmy Laybourne:
The Monument 14 Trilogy
Monument 14 (Book 1)
Monument 14: Sky on Fire (Book 2)
Monument 14: Savage Drift (Book 3)
The Berserker series
Berserker (Book 1)
Ransacker (Book 2)
About the Author
EMMY LAYBOURNE is a novelist, teacher, and former character actress. Emmy's Monument 14 trilogy has earned critical praise ("Frighteningly real… riveting" - New York Times Book Review, Editor's Choice) and has been nominated by readers to the YALSA Teens Top Ten in 2013 and 2014.Before her life as an author, Emmy performed original comedy on Comedy Central, MTV, and VH1; and acted in the movies Superstar, The In-Laws, and Nancy Drew, among others. Emmy lives outside New York City with her husband, two kids, and a flock of 8 nifty chickens.
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Your mother hollers that you’re going to miss the bus. She can see it coming down the street. You don’t stop and hug her and tell her you love her. You don’t thank her for being a good, kind, patient mother. Of course not—you hurdle down the stairs and make a run for the corner.
Only, if it’s the last time you’ll ever see your mother, you sort of start to wish you’d stopped and did those things. Maybe even missed the bus.
But the bus was barreling down our street so I ran.
* * *
As I raced down the driveway I heard my mom yell for my brother, Alex. His bus was coming down Park Trail Drive, right behind mine. His bus came at 7:09 on the dot. Mine was supposed to come at 6:57 but was almost always late, as if the driver agreed it wasn’t fair to pick me up before 7:00.
Alex ran out behind me and our feet pounded the sidewalk in a dual sneaker-slap rhythm.
“Don’t forget,” he called. “We’re going to the Salvation Army after school.”
“Yeah, sure,” I said.
My bus driver laid on the horn.
Sometimes we went over to rummage for old electronics after school. I used to drive him before the gas shortage. But now we took our bikes.
I used to drive him to school, too. But since the shortage everyone in our school, everyone, even the seniors, took the bus. It was the law, actually.
I vaulted up the bus steps.
Behind me I heard Mrs. Wooly, who has been driving the elementary–middle school bus since forever, thank Alex sarcastically for gracing them with his presence.
Mrs. Wooly, she was an institution in our town. A grizzled, wiry-haired, ashtray-scented, tough-talking institution. Notorious and totally devoted to bus driving, which you can’t say about everyone.
On the other hand, the driver of my bus, the high school bus, was morbidly obese and entirely forgettable. Mr. Reed. The only thing he was known for was that he drank his morning coffee out of an old jelly jar.
Even though it was early in the route, Jake Simonsen, football hero and all-around champion of the popular, was already holding court in the back. Jake had moved to our school from Texas a year ago. He was a real big shot back in Texas, where football is king, and upon transfer to our school had retained and perhaps even increased his stature.
“I’m telling y’all—concessions!” Jake said. “At my old high school a bunch of girls sold pop and cookies and these baked potatoes they used to cook on a grill. Every game. They made, like, a million dollars.”
“A million dollars?” Astrid said.
Astrid Heyman, champion diver on the swim team, scornful goddess, girl of my dreams.
“Even if I could make a million dollars, I wouldn’t give up playing my own sport to be a booster for the football team,” she said.
Jake flashed her one of his golden smiles.
“Not a booster, baby, an entrepreneur!”
Astrid punched Jake on the arm.
“Ow!” he complained, grinning. “God, you’re strong. You should box.”
“I have four younger brothers,” she answered. “I do.”
I hunkered down in my seat and tried to get my breath back. The backs of the forest green pleather seats were tall enough that if you slouched, you could sort of disappear for a moment.
I ducked down. I was hoping no one would comment on my sprint to catch the bus. Astrid hadn’t noticed me get on the bus at all, which was both good and bad.
Behind me, Josie Miller and Trish Greenstein were going over plans for some kind of animal rights demonstration. They were kind of hippie-activists. I wouldn’t really know them at all, except once in sixth grade I’d volunteered to go door to door with them campaigning for Cory Booker. We’d had a pretty fun time, actually, but now we didn’t even say hi to each other.
I don’t know why. High school seemed to do that to people.
The only person who acknowledged my arrival at all was Niko Mills. He leaned over and pointed to my shoe—like, “I’m too cool to talk”—he just points. And I looked down, and of course, it was untied. I tied it. Said thanks. But then I immediately put in my earbuds and focused on my minitab. I didn’t have anything to say to Niko, and judging from his pointing at my shoe, he didn’t have anything to say to me either.
From what I’d heard, Niko lived in a cabin with his grandfather, up in the foothills near Mount Herman, and they hunted for their own food and had no electricity and used wild mushrooms for toilet paper. That kind of thing. People called Niko “Brave Hunter Man,” a nickname that fit him just right with his perfect posture, his thin, wiry frame, and his whole brown-skin-brown-eyes-brown-hair combo. He carried himself with that kind of stiff pride you get when no one will talk to you.
So I ignored Brave Hunter Man and tried to power up my minitab. It was dead and that was really weird because I’d just grabbed it off the charging plate before I left the house.
Then came this little tink, tink, tink sound. I took out my buds to hear better. The tinks were like rain, only metallic.
And the tinks turned to TINKS and the TINKS turned to Mr. Reed’s screaming “Holy Christ!” And suddenly the roof of the bus started denting—BAM, BAM, BAM—and a cobweb crack spread over the windshield. With each BAM the windshield changed like a slide show, growing more and more white as the cracks shot through the surface.
I looked out the side window next to me.
Hail in all different sizes from little to that-can’t-be-hail was pelting the street.
Cars swerved all over the road. Mr. Reed, always a lead foot, slammed on the gas instead of the brake, which is what the other cars seemed to be doing.
Our bus hurdled through an intersection, over the median, and into the parking lot of our local Greenway superstore. It was fairly deserted because it was maybe 7:15 by this point.
I turned around to look back in the bus toward Astrid, and everything went in slow motion and fast motion at the same time as our bus slid on the ice, swerving into a spin. We went faster and faster, and my stomach was in my mouth. My back was pressed to the window, like in some carnival ride, for maybe three seconds and then we hit a lamppost and there was a sick metallic shriek.
I grabbed on to the back of the seat in front of me but then I was jumbling through the air. Other kids went flying, too. There was no screaming, just grunts and impact sounds.
I flew sideways but hit, somehow, the roof of the bus. Then I understood that our bus had turned onto its side. It was screaming along the asphalt on its side. It shuddered to a stop.
The hail, which had merely been denting the hell out of our roof, started denting the hell out of us.
Now that the bus was on its side, hail was hammering down through the row of windows above us. Some of my classmates were getting clobbered by the hail and the window glass that was raining down.
I was lucky. A seat near me had come loose, and I pulled it over me. I had a little roof.
The rocks of ice were all different sizes. Some little round marbles and some big knotty lumps with gray parts and gravel stuck inside them.
There were screams and shouts as everyone scrambled to get under any loose seats or to stand up, pressed to the roof, which was now the wall.
It sounded as if we were caught in a riptide of stones and rocks, crashing over and over. It felt like someone was beating the seat I was under with a baseball bat.
I tilted my head down and looked out what was left of the windshield. Through the white spray outside I saw that the grammar school bus, Alex’s bus, was somehow still going. Mrs. Wooly hadn’t skidded or lost control like Mr. Reed.
Her bus was cutting through the parking lot, headed right for the main entrance to the Greenway.
Mrs. Wooly’s going to drive right into the building, I thought. And I knew that she would get those kids out of the hail. And she did. She smashed the bus right through the glass doors of the Greenway.
Alex was safe, I thought. Good.
Then I heard this sad, whimpering sound. I edged forward and peered around the driver’s seat. The front of the bus was caved in, from where it had hit the lamppost.
It was Mr. Reed making that sound. He was pinned behind the wheel and blood was spilling out of his head like milk out of a carton. Soon he stopped making that sound. But I couldn’t think about that.
Instead, I was looking at the door to the bus, which was now facing the pavement. How will we get out? I was thinking. We can’t get out. The windshield was all crunched up against the hood of the engine.
It was all a crumpled jam. We were trapped in the demolished sideways bus.
Josie Miller screamed. The rest of the kids had instinctively scrambled to get out of the hail but Josie was just sitting, wailing, getting pelted by the ice balls.
She was covered in blood, but not her own, I realized, because she was trying to pull on someone’s arm from between two mangled seats and I remembered Trish had been sitting next to her. The arm was limp, like a noodle, and kept slipping down out of Josie’s grip. Trish was definitely dead but Josie didn’t seem to be getting it.
From a safe spot under an overturned seat, this jerk Brayden, who is always going on about his dad working at NORAD, took out his minitab and started trying to shoot a video of Josie screaming and grabbing at the slippery arm.
A monster hailstone hit Josie on the forehead and a big pink gash opened on her dark forehead. Blood started streaming down over her face.
I knew that the hail was going to kill Josie if she kept sitting there out in the open.
“Christ.” Brayden cursed at his minitab. “Come on!”
I knew I should move. Help her. Move. Help.
But my body was not responding to my conscience.
Then Niko reached out and grabbed Josie by the legs and pulled her under a twisted seat. Just like that. He reached out and pulled her two legs toward him and brought her in to his body. He held her and she sobbed. They looked like a couple out of a horror film.
Somehow Niko’s action had broken the spell. Kids were trying to get out and Astrid crawled to the front. She tried to kick through the windshield. She saw me on the ground, under my seat, and she shouted, “Help me!”
I just looked at her mouth. And her nose ring. And her lips moving and making words. I wanted to say, “No. We can’t go out there. We have to stay where there is shelter.” But I couldn’t quite piece the words together.
She stood up and screamed to Jake and his people, “We’ve got to get into the store!”
Finally I croaked out, “We can’t go out! The hail will kill us.” But Astrid was at the back of the bus by then.
“Try the emergency exit!” someone shouted. At the back of the bus Jake was already pulling and pulling at the door, but he couldn’t get it open. There was mayhem for a few minutes; I don’t know how long. I started to feel very strange. Like my head was on a long balloon string, floating above everything.
And then I heard such a funny sound. It was the beep-beep-beep sound of a school bus backing up. It was crazy to hear it through the hammering hail and the screaming.
Beep-beep-beep, like we were at the parking lot on a field trip to Mesa Verde and the bus was backing up.
Beep-beep-beep, like everything was normal.
I squinted out, and sure enough, Mrs. Wooly was backing up the elementary–middle school bus toward us. It was listing to the right pretty bad and I could see where it was dented in the front from smashing into the store. But it was coming.
Black smoke started pouring in through the hole I was looking through. I coughed. The air was thick. Oily. My lungs felt like they were on fire.
I should go to sleep now was the thought that came into my head. It was a powerful thought and seemed perfectly logical: Now I should go to sleep.
The cries of the other kids got louder: “The bus is on fire!” “It’s going to explode!” and “We’re going to die!”
And I thought, They’re right. Yes, we’ll die. But it’s okay. It’s fine. It is as it should be. We are going to die.
I heard this clanking. The sound of metal on metal.
And “She’s trying to open the door!”
And “Help us!”
I closed my eyes. I felt like I was floating down now, going underwater. Getting so sleepy warm. So comfortable.
And then this bright light opened up on me. And I saw how Mrs. Wooly had gotten the emergency door open. In her hands she held an ax.
And I heard her shout:
“Get in the godforsaken bus!”
Copyright © 2012 by Emmy Laybourne
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Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE: TINKS,
CHAPTER TWO: SPACE BLANKETS,
CHAPTER THREE: METAL GATE,
CHAPTER FOUR: EIGHT POINT TWO,
CHAPTER FIVE: INK,
CHAPTER SIX: THE GATE RATTLER,
CHAPTER SEVEN: BLOOD TYPES,
CHAPTER EIGHT: WATER,
CHAPTER NINE: AIR HORN,
CHAPTER TEN: MAMA DUCK,
CHAPTER ELEVEN: CEREMONY,
CHAPTER TWELVE: ELECTIONS,
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: GREENWAY 2.0,
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: THE POWER OF PANCAKES,
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: MY FOOD AISLE AT NIGHT,
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: A LADY,
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: RUM,
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: I MEET PAINKILLERS,
CHAPTER NINETEEN: LICE AND OTHER VERMIN,
CHAPTER TWENTY: WE GET HIGH,
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: THE HATCH,
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: BREAKFAST WITH OUTSIDERS,
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: MR. APPLETON'S STORY,
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: BUSES HAVE TYPES, TOO,
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: HANDS,
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: "EVACULATION",
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: THE BIG SEND-OFF,
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: THE BIG SEND-OFF: PART TWO,
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: BLOOD, BLEACH, AND LIES,
CHAPTER THIRTY: A KISS,
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: RECONNAISSANCE,
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO: JAKE TV,
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: THE BUS,
Monument 14: Sky on Fire Teaser,
Reading Group Guide
1. Most of the action in the novel is caused by a series of escalating disasters. How likely is it that such a chain of disasters would occur? And if it did, what would your reaction be? How would you survive?
2. Dean and the rest of the kids are trapped in a Greenway superstore, which eventually becomes a refuge from the outside world. Do you think a superstore is a good place to ride out a disaster? If not, where would you choose and why?
3. There are fourteen young people in the novel, and each one has a distinct personality and a very different reaction to the disasters. Which character are you most like? How would you react if you were in their situation?
4. Dean is trapped with both Astrid, his longtime crush, and Brayden, a bully who has picked on him for years. How does he handle these two relationships when the situation forces him to interact with each of them?
5. Jake thinks that since they are trapped, the kids should try to hang out and enjoy themselves as much as possible, while Nico feels it is important to keep busy and have a routine. Over the course of the story, Dean embraces both of these philosophies. Which would you choose?
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Awesome book. The action in the novel starts quickly and doesn't let up until the last page. I could not put it down! Its a real page turner. As a teen, I found the characters really relatable. I would love to see her write a sequel!
I have read this book several times. It is very captivating.
Gripping up until the ended when you are left with more to wonder about then the start of the book itself. Read but only if you are will to be left on the edge of your seat wondering "What now?"
At the beginning, there wasn’t much going on. The book starts off with some very graphic and disturbing disasters and I was worried that it was going to be overly realistic and not at all entertaining. That was thankfully not true. The point when I got to know all the characters was when I really started to fall in love with this book. There was such a colorful cast of characters that clashed together in fun ways. It made me laugh out loud even though there were truly terrifying things going on. Seriously. Like, the world is ending and I’m laughing me head off. I even read a few passages to my husband between laughs because he wanted to know what was so dang funny. But don’t get me wrong – even though there are some very funny moments, there were also some very touching moments that really got to me, especially the ones with the little kids. The plot took some turns and surprises that I really enjoyed. The realism was one of the very best parts of the book. Her attention to the details had me so invested in the story and made it hard for me to stop thinking about the book when I was done. She did an amazing job of balancing humor, fear, and empathy while making all of the characters amazingly realistic. I’m absolutely convinced that Max is in existence somewhere on this earth. The writing was so enjoyable. It was succinct, visual, fast-paced and a lot of fun to read. Grab this book. I flew right through it in a day. I absolutely couldn’t put it down.
It was really good, but the age rating I would say 14+.
Monument 14 is a dystopian book about a group of 14 school children who survive a natural disaster that wipes out part of the world. There are parts of the book that mimic The Lord of the Flies, but there are so many parts that stand on their own. The disaters sound like something from a Hollywood blockbuster, but the story of the kids is really the best part. Through all the issues they faced, they learned to first trust each other, and work together to survive. The ending leaves you with way more questions than answers, but its still a darkly moving novel.
This book is interesting but at some parts really scary!! It also contains some swears. But it is an interesting read!
It sounds like working in the film industry really gives Emmy a different perspective to write from - and I think that comes through in her writing in Monument 14! If you're looking for that next action-packed, exciting summer read then this is one you'll want to check out! Reasons to Read: 1.A story that draws you in from the first page: The first thing I noticed while reading Monument 14 is that the story picks up during the first chapters; I had barely even started reading and I couldn't put it down! I thought the pacing was very well done for the length of the book, and it really doesn't slow down whatsoever- even while trapped in a superstore. 2.Excellent, evocative writing: Similarly, Emmy's not only able to write exciting scenes but I thought she did a great job penning the story as a whole. The writing wasn't awkward and it was just descriptive enough to help you imagine the events as they were taking place. It seems like her background in film gave her a good idea of exciting writing, and how to keep a story moving along nicely. 3.A new sort of post-apocalyptic book: There are a large number of post-apocalyptic books out now, and even more coming out in the next few months or so, but it was a pretty interesting idea to set a group of high school & elementary kids in a superstore; cut off from the rest of the world. It's a convenient setting for them, but one that works well for the book and really draws you in. With the way the book ended, I'm really curious to see how the sequel will follow the events which took place in Monument 14! I did, however, have a few problems with the characters. I found them largely to be caricatures, and mostly lacked any real depth. I think the reason I felt them to be this way was because we didn't get any real sense of their motivations or reasons for acting the way they do, and especially for keeping the secrets they keep. I can understand that from the younger kids, but it's harder to look the other way in the case of the teens in the group. Some people are suspicious, some choose to isolate themselves, some act out and cause trouble. But we never find out WHY, and I wonder if part of th ereason for this is because there's just too many characters to follow. But aside from that, I found Monument 14 to be a rather gripping read- definitely one that will be a quick read for a lot of readers this summer! E-galley received from publisher via Net Galley.
My 13 year old sister told me to read this book (I'm 26), and I was so pleasantly surprised! I loved it so much- I couldn't put it down and finished it in two days. It's riveting, and it takes you on a serious journey! Thanks Cayley!
Im not done with the book yet, but i have to say this. The charecters are extremly unrealistic. The high schoolers act like seventh graders. The eighth graders act like firstgraders, and the elementary school kids act like infants. Charecters personalties change randomly and do things tat they normally wouldnt. Its quit annoying. Also it has that extremly cliche plot where a guy has a huge chrush on some girl who doesnt knowvhe exists, then they are put into some unusual circumstances and they fall in love for bo reason vother then plot devolopment. Like i said, i havent finished the book yet, but i just wanted to point thi out in case anyone wants to know.
The storyline was captivating and I couldn't help but read it quickly. Although, I wish the writing would be less frusterating to read. All thought her ideas and storyline is smooth and interesting, her writing may cause a headache.
This is a post-apocolyptic story set in the not-to-distant future that finds 14 kids (kindegarten to high school age) stranded in a Walmart-esque superstore as civilization collapses. Good character development and good pacing make this an entertaining read. It's the beginning of a series and the ending of this "episode" is a little unsatisfying, but I'm not sure how else to end it without resolving the entire story line. I will be looking for the next in the series.
Alright so, anyone up for an end of the world disaster staring teens living in an grocery store? If so, you need to read this book.First off, I simply loved the idea of this book. I always imagined that if some event were to ever ravish the world I would live in the grocery store cause you have all that you need there. To see that come to life really blew me away. I loved intense moments of uncertainty, the struggle to survive and most of all the rules of adaption. In this book there are several different characters of this book ages ranging from Kinder to 17 yrold teens. I like that there is no over exaggeration when it comes to them. The author did a splendid job. in creating a scene in which they care for each other. There was a leader, a caregiver, everyone got assigned chores/duties. Just these small parts alone makes the story even better. The trouble that teens get into is agreeable. They get into alcohol, drugs, sex, and even fights. With no parents around, no real adult to help them, what else can they do. Even with their mistakes, these kids take time to think about things before going through it. They agree as a whole and work together.Even with some much action and drama going on, the author still manages to sweep the reader off of their feet. I really loved the ending of the book. Seriously, I gasp at the secret. The world is slowly crumbling apart and these kids set out on a journey becoming stronger with each step.Monument 14 is a heart stopping thriller that's so intense, you must stop reading just to breathe! I had moments where I was like, "OH NO!" Beautifully written and highly anticipated, Monument 14 is a joyous ride!
Emmy Laybourne's Monument 14 blew me away. I devoured this debut novel and, when I finished, I found myself in a satisfied stupor wondering where the past few hours had gone.I sometimes have difficulty connecting to male main characters, so, when I opened Monument 14 and discovered that the narrator was one of the boys trapped in the superstore, I paused for a moment. I was entirely too interested in the premise to ever put down the novel, but I wondered if Dean would detract from my reading experience... I very much wanted to put myself in the position of the main character and I didn't know if I could make myself think like a teenage boy. I can't guarantee that Dean's thinking and actions were entirely true to life, but he felt realistic enough to me that I never forgot the fact that he was a boy, but I could still understand his emotions and motivations. In the end, I grew to like Dean a lot and I was happy that he, rather than one of the girls trapped in the superstore, was the narrator.One of the most interesting aspects of this novel was the presence of small children as well as teens. I think having small children trapped as well added another dimension and sense of urgency to the situation. I found the differences between the reactions of each age group really put things into perspective... for both the characters themselves and the reader. It's already crazy that these teens are trapped and had to learn to trust one another and work together, but then to throw in small children that are alternately panicked or wanting to play and do something fun... the situation was terrifyingly real.The giant hailstorm, the chemical weapons spill, the bus crashes, and the other events that lead to the fourteen kids being trapped inside the superstore all seemed carefully thought out and contained just enough detail to create a realistic picture within the reader's mind. The entire novel felt very cinematic. I actually found myself matching characters from the novel to people I knew in real life. Each character felt so impossibly real that my mind needed a three-dimensional body to go along with the personality Laybourne created.Monument 14 has landed a spot on my Best of 2012 list. I'm already anxious for the next installment, as the novel ended on a cliffhanger... I seriously get shivers just thinking about the intensity of the final scenes!
What a wild ride this one was! It¿s been a while since I read a book where we actually get to experience the cause of the destruction of the world/the fall of life as we know it, as it happens. I think the last one I read was Megan Crewe¿s The Way We Fall, and that one dealt with a virus rather than natural disasters.Monument 14 begins with a bang. We¿re only a couple of pages in before disaster strikes in the form of huge, destructive balls of hail. We, the reader, witness the destruction through the eyes of Dean, a high school loner who has just put his younger brother Alex on his school bus before climbing aboard the one that will take him to the high school. Dean does his best to stay unnoticed by ducking down in his seat, out of the eyes of the popular kids. No sooner has he put his earbuds in than the hailstorm begins and the bus is spinning out of control. The first chapter is pretty intense as we experience the bus crash and the deaths of a few teens.Lucky for the survivors, the bus crashed next to a superstore (kind of like a mega-WalMart), and with the help of the bus driver of the grade school bus, Dean and the high school survivors make it into the store where he is reunited with Alex.The rest of the book deals with the kids as they fight to survive. The hail storm is only the beginning of a string of natural disasters, and when a chemical leak happens, things get really interesting.This book is about survival, and it¿s interesting to watch the group dynamic as tensions rise and these kids try to figure out a way to get out of the store and reunite with their families ¿ if they¿re even still alive.Ms. Laybourne has written an action-packed book filled with dynamic, realistic characters. Many are comparing this to Lord of the Flies, and while I do see a slight resemblance, I didn¿t feel that it was as brutal as that particular book.This is one that I would highly recommend to fans of disaster flicks. It¿s got plenty of action, some violence and a little romance thrown in to balance it out. While the ending leaves you hanging a bit, it does leave room for a sequel which I will be eagerly awaiting.
I read this book and it was great the storyline with all the plot twists always kept me on the edge of my seat through the whole book
Overall, this is a great read, especially for any dystopian/post-apocalyptic fan. There are moments that are heartbreaking and others that will make you laugh or go “aww” (plus side to having 5-year-olds in a story). While this book is set at a more steady pace, it’s the first in a trilogy and the ending definitely set up the chance for a fantastic sequel! My one complaint is the odd airborne chemical compound. It took center stage to everything else happening at times, and (because they are kids trapped in a store) there wasn’t much detail regarding it. Hopefully in future books it will be something that is addressed further (Kind of like The Maze Runner). Also, there are some more “mature” scenes, not overly graphic, but they are there.
Amazing book! Narration is great! All of the characters are very real and Dean is very likable. Didn't hurt that I had just moved to Monument when I read this either!
I have read this book so many times! The book is full of action and adrenaline! I'm same age of some of the characters so, I always wondered if I was it their shoes! I recommend this book to teens and young adults!
Read them all! Can't watch to see if they get made into movies!