by Cat Patrick


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ISBN-13: 9780316094627
Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
Publication date: 05/01/2012
Pages: 352
Product dimensions: 5.60(w) x 8.30(h) x 1.40(d)
Lexile: HL690L (what's this?)
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author

Cat Patrick lives in the Seattle area with her husband and twin daughters. When asked about how she came up with the idea for Revived, Cat explained that she has a love for "high school strange."

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By Patrick, Cat

Little, Brown Books for Young Readers

Copyright © 2012 Patrick, Cat
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ISBN: 9780316094627


I’m flattened and thrashing on the sun-warmed track next to the football field, lying on what looks like asphalt but what I realize now that I’m down here is actually that fake spongy stuff. It reeks like it was just installed. There’s a woman kneeling beside my right shoulder, shouting into a cell phone.

“Her name is Daisy… uh…” Sharply, she sucks in her breath. “I don’t know her last name!” she cries.

For a split second, I don’t know, either.

“Appleby,” another teacher shouts.

“Appleby,” the first repeats to the 911 dispatcher. “It looks like she’s having an allergic reaction to something.”

Bee, I try to say, but there’s no air. No word.

My jerking limbs are like venomous snakes to the students forming a circle around me: The kids jump back in fear. I gasp with my entire body but only one rationed breath comes through. I know it’s one of my last.

When my P.E. teacher told us to jog the outdoor track to warm up for volleyball, I was excited about the fresh air. Maybe I’d get a little color on my cheeks. But then a fuzzy yellow and black menace wanted to join me, and decided that maybe he’d invite a few friends, too. I hit number one on my speed dial the second I felt the familiar pinch of the first bee sting; I only hope Mason makes it in time.

A wave of calm begins to creep through my body: I know it won’t be long now. Everything, forehead to toenails, relaxes. When the threat of getting kicked disappears, the crowd tightens around me. My eyes bounce off face after face hovering above me. They’re all strangers; high school just started yesterday, and no one I know from junior high is in my P.E. class.

Most of them look terrified. A few girls are crying. The principal shows up and tries to contain the crowd, but they’re like magnets, drawn in by the thrill of someone else’s misfortune.

“Move back,” he shouts. “Move back so the paramedics will be able to get through!” But no one listens. No one moves back. Instead, without knowing it, they form a blockade between me and help.

I lock eyes with a pretty, dark-skinned girl whose locker is near mine. She seems friendly enough to be the last person I see. She’s not crying, but the look on her face is pure distress. Maybe we would’ve been friends.

I stare at the girl and she stares at me until my eyelids fall.

The crowd gasps.

“Oh my god!”

“Do something!”

“Help her!” a guy’s voice pleads.

I hear sirens approaching. Tennis shoe–clad feet thunder away from me, presumably to wave in the paramedics. I wonder whether it’s Mason and Cassie or the real ones.

My arms go completely limp.

“Daisy, hold on!” shouts a girl. I like to think it was my almost friend, but I don’t open my eyes to see for sure. Instead, my mind goes blank. None of the sounds are clear enough to hear anymore. The world fades to nothing, and before I have the chance to think another thought,

I’m dead.


“Do you have everything you need?” Mason whispers through the darkness as we walk briskly to the waiting SUV. It’s the middle of the night in Frozen Hills, Michigan, and we’re minutes from our next move.

“Yes,” I say, confident that I’ve left nothing behind but furniture and off-season clothing. I’ve been through this before: I know the drill.

“Let me take that,” Mason says, pointing to the suitcase I’m dragging behind me on the cobblestone walkway. I let him because I feel a little wonky from the procedure. Not quite myself yet. Mason grabs the bag and what was bricks to me is feathers to him: He tosses it on top of the other suitcases in the back and soundlessly shuts the vehicle doors.

I climb into the backseat. From the front, Cassie turns to acknowledge me momentarily before going back to her work. She’s still sporting a fake paramedic outfit, but she’s thrown a faded gray sweatshirt over the top. Her strawberry-blond hair is pulled back in a taut, efficient ponytail. She pushes her rimless glasses, which make her look older, up higher on her nose as she reads something from her government-issue supercomputer disguised as a smart phone.

I watch Mason head back inside for the final sweep, then admire the outside of the house I’ve gotten used to over the past three years. It’s a two-story redbrick house with black shutters that was built when people still used the telegraph; it has its own creaks and character and I’m going to miss it. Moments from goodbye for good, I realize that this house was probably my favorite. Then again, maybe the next one will be even better.

I think about how I’ll design my new bedroom until I see low headlights approaching. I get a charge when the black sedan pulls up and two men in dark outfits get out; it’s always sort of thrilling to see the cleanup crew arrive. Though they’ve probably never been here before, they walk through the low black iron gate and up the porch steps without hesitation. Mason comes out just as one of the agents reaches for the front door handle. The men pass without speaking, giving one another nothing but quick chin dips.

I watch the door close behind the agents. Like an owl in the night, I search wide-eyed for movement inside the house, but the windows stay dark; the night stays still. Unless you catch them going in, you can’t tell they’re there. Ninja stealth in black chinos and fleece jackets, they’ll erase traces of me and my faux family and leave the house so authentically bare that the real estate agent who comes to sell it will never for a minute think it was inhabited by anyone other than a nice young couple and their ill-fated teen.

After they fix the house, the team will infiltrate the neighborhood long enough to put minds at rest, seeding gossip about the sad family returning to Arizona or Georgia or Maine to deal with the loss. The rumors are always started by the unrecognizable guy at the gas station or the mousy girl using the computer at the library.

The agents—the Disciples—are trained as doctors, scientists, watchers, and bodyguards, but I’ve always thought most of them could make it in Hollywood, too.

Mason, in his recurring role as Loving Father, finally climbs into the driver’s seat. In worn jeans, loafers, and a cozy brown sweater, with his tired green eyes and messy dark (but prematurely graying) hair, he fits the role he’s played for eleven years now.

“Where are we going?” Mason asks Cassie. Cassie doesn’t look up from her tiny computer when she replies in her Southern-accented voice.

“Nebraska,” she says. “Omaha.”

Mason nods once and puts the SUV in reverse. I check my former home once more for signs that there are government agents inside: no luck. Then I exhale the day and the town away and stuff a pillow between my head and the cool window, and by the time we’re down the driveway and turning off of our street, I’m asleep.

When I open my eyes, it’s light outside. Bright light. The kind that makes me want to throw a rock at the sun. I have a crook in my neck and my mouth feels like I ate salty cotton balls. I look at Mason in the rearview mirror; he feels my stare and speaks.

“Hi there,” he says. I can’t tell whether he’s looking at me or the road because he’s wearing dark sunglasses.

“Hi,” I grumble.

“How do you feel?” he asks.

“Headache,” I answer.

“That’s normal,” he says.

“I know.”

“Water,” Cassie says, offering me a bottle without looking my way. I take it and gulp down half in two seconds, then look out the window to the unidentifiable landscape zooming by at seventy-five miles per hour.

“Where are we?” I ask.

“Illinois,” Mason says.


Cassie jumps a little but still doesn’t look back at me. I take a deep breath, which for some reason makes me yawn loudly. I rub the sleep from my eyes and in a more measured tone ask, “How long was I out?” Mason glances at Cassie and then checks the clock.

“I’d say you were probably out about eight hours,” Mason says as plainly as if he’s giving me a weather report.

Eight hours? How is that possible?”

“They added a calming agent to it… to smooth the rough edges,” Mason says.

I nod, still feeling woozy.

“Maybe they need to tone it down,” I say. “Unless they’re going for TKO.”

“I’ll make a note,” Cassie says, her eyes still glued to her tiny phone screen. In private, Cassie is free to be her workaholic robot self.

“What’s our new last name going to be?” I ask. With every new town comes a new last name; first names stay the same for the sake of consistency.

“West,” Mason says.

“Huh,” I answer, rolling it around in my brain. Daisy West. Definitely more interesting than Daisy Johnson from Palmdale, but maybe a little too cute. Though not nearly as bad as Daisy Diamond from Ridgeland.

“I think I liked Appleby best,” I conclude aloud.

“You were more used to it,” Mason replies. “West is fine.”

Shrugging, I consider my options for passing the time.

“I wish we could fly,” I murmur to myself, but Mason hears me.

“That would be nice,” he agrees. Unfortunately, our fourth passenger, Revive—the top secret drug that brings people back from the dead—makes that impossible. The drug is too precious to check and too secret to carry on. So every time we move, we have to drive; every time we drive, I’m at a loss about what to do. I wish I could read, but it makes me carsick, and since we left so suddenly, my iPod isn’t charged. Eventually I settle on counting mile markers until I think I might pee my pants. I ask Mason to pull over at a diner, then, considering it’s almost noon and all, we decide to eat, too.

After visiting the surprisingly inoffensive bathroom, I join Mason and Cassie at a booth in the back. They’re sitting across from each other but aren’t speaking; they look like a typical married couple. I make a split-second decision and scoot in next to Cassie, opting to pretend to be a mama’s girl. Cassie looks up at me and smiles warmly.

We’re in public now, so she’s human.

“You’re the spitting image of your mom,” the waitress says to me when she comes to take our order. We’ve heard it before, but it’s a false comparison. Cassie’s brand of blond is straight with reddish tones, while mine is wavy and so dirty it’s essentially light brown. Cassie’s eyes are round and dark blue like the ocean, whereas mine are lighter than the sky at noon, wide set and almond shaped. She’s nearly six feet tall, and I’m five foot six; she’s curvy, and I can wear jeans from the boys’ department.

But what makes the “look-alike” comment even more absurd is the fact that Cassie’s only thirteen years older than me.

And yet, we play the part.

“Thank you!” Cassie says, hand to chest like she’s beyond flattered.

“Uh, yeah, thanks,” I mutter, hoping that I’m coming off as a typical teen who doesn’t care to look like her mother. In truth, despite the fact that she barely has a personality, Cassie’s pretty. I’m fine with people saying I look like her.

“You’re most welcome,” HELLO, MY NAME IS BESS replies. “Now, what can I bring you?”

I order a veggie burger and a chocolate shake; Mason orders coffee and a Spanish omelet; and Cassie orders a hard-boiled egg, dry wheat toast, and sliced melon on the side.

Bess writes in her notepad and leaves. Then, almost too soon for it to be made to order, the food rides in on Bess’s wide arms. Quickly, she sets down plates, fills coffee cups, and pulls ketchup out of her apron pocket.

“Need anything else?” she asks. Three head shakes and she’s gone.

We eat in silence, me downing my lunch as if I’ve never tasted food before, then wondering if the scientists at the big lab added a metabolism booster to Revive in addition to the calming agent. Knowing it’s silly, I don’t ask Mason about it. But I can’t help but notice that Mason’s and Cassie’s plates are still half full when mine is all but licked clean.

“So, why Omaha?” I ask as Mason takes a bite of his omelet. I watch his jaw muscles flex as he chews slowly, deliberately. After he swallows, he speaks.

“It’s one of his favorite cities,” he says.

Mason means the Revive project mastermind. Basically invisible and in control of a program that brings people back from the dead, he’s earned the nickname God.

“Why?” I ask.

“Because it’s moderate, I suppose. Not too small or too big. Rarely in the news. Friendly. Reasonably gentrified. You know what that means, right?”

I roll my eyes at him.

“So, all in all, it should be a good cover. Assuming…”

“Assuming what?” I ask.

Mason checks the tables around us, then answers in a low tone. “Assuming nothing else happens.”

“I didn’t mean to do it, you know,” I say quietly.

“You never do,” Mason says, holding my gaze. “But you didn’t have your EpiPen, either.”

“I forgot it,” I say quickly.

It’s a lie.

In truth, I spent way too long deciding what to wear, leaving only five minutes to arrange my hair into something resembling a style. I left for school in a rush, remembering the EpiPen, which probably would have saved my life, halfway down the block. I wasn’t so late that I couldn’t have gone back, but for some reason I didn’t.

Having been trained to know when people are lying, Mason narrows his eyes at me. I assume Cassie’s doing the same, but I don’t look at her to find out. For a moment, I think Mason’s going to call me on it, but thankfully, he moves on.

“Daisy, I think you should know that we nearly couldn’t bring you back this time,” he says so quietly it’s almost like he’s breathing the words. His bluntness, I’m used to—Mason treats me like a partner, not a daughter—but I’m surprised by the idea of permanent death.

“Was it a bad vial?” I ask.

“No, it was fine,” Mason says. “It was… you.”

“He almost called time of death,” Cassie interjects. Stunned, I look at her, then back at Mason.

“Seriously?” I ask.

“It was very stressful,” Mason says. There’s a flicker of something like worry in his green eyes, and then it’s gone.

I think for a moment before coming to what I consider to be a pretty rational conclusion: “But it did work, so everything’s fine.”

“But it might not be next time,” he says. “I’m merely advising you to take precautions. Don’t you remember Chase?”

My stomach sinks as an old memory sets in: Seven years after the bus crash that started it all, Chase Rogers died again, for seemingly no reason. He was Revived repeatedly, but—Mason told me—he seemed to have developed an immunity to the drug. Then he died for good.

“I’m not like him,” I say quietly. Bess comes and sets down the check, which silences us for a few minutes.

“I’m not like him,” I say again when the coast is clear.

Mason looks deep into my eyes. “I hope not. Just be more careful, all right?”

“All right,” I agree.

Another family is seated at the booth directly behind us, so the conversation is over for now, at least.

“Are my gorgeous ladies finished eating?” Mason asks loudly enough for others to hear. The mom at the table behind us sighs. Mason can be charming when he wants to.

I look down at my plate, which has discarded raw onions, wilted lettuce, and a quarter of a pickle left on it.

“Uh… yeah,” I say in my best disinterested-teenager voice.

“I sure am,” Cassie says, patting her flat stomach. “I’m stuffed to the gills.”

“Great,” Mason says. “Then let’s clear out.”

We walk up to the front counter. As we wait for Mason to pay, Cassie fixes a stray piece of my long hair in that absentmindedly automatic mom-ish way. She looks at me with love; I roll my eyes and brush her hand away.

After Mason leaves a five on the table for Bess, he opens the OUT door, causing the bells on top to jingle, and holds it for his wife and daughter. In the parking lot, when we’re still visible to the other diners, I stare at the ground and walk three steps behind my parents while they hold hands and Cassie laughs at nothing.

Then we get in the SUV and drive away.


Maybe it’s growing up as part of an elaborate science experiment, but I can’t leave a place without conducting a postmortem. So I spend the next few hours of the drive rehashing the past three years in Frozen Hills: a mental autopsy on Daisy Appleby by newly anointed Daisy West.

We moved to Frozen Hills the summer before seventh grade, after I died from asphyxia in Ridgeland, Mississippi. Well, outside of Ridgeland, if we’re getting technical: I was swimming near some houseboats at the reservoir and got carbon-monoxide poisoning from an idling boat.

If I was going to die again, I consider myself lucky that it happened in the summer before school started. Even luckier: Junior high in Frozen Hills was grades seven through nine, so I started with all the other brace-faced, zit-covered seventh graders. Days after I finished decorating my Juno-inspired bedroom, the school year began.

“Thinking about the past few years?” Mason interrupts my thoughts, smiling at me in the rearview mirror. He’s familiar with my system.

“Yes,” I admit. “I’m thinking about a birthday party.”

“Ah,” he says, nodding. “For Nora…”

“Fitzgerald,” Cassie and I say in unison.

“Yep,” I say before retreating into my brain.

Nora Fitzgerald.

She lived down the street from us, in a sunny yellow house with dark green shutters and a WELCOME sign on the front door. Her mom was one of those overly cheerful types who showed up with freshly baked cookies the second your moving truck appeared. Mrs. Fitzgerald’s desire to worm into our world always unnerved Cassie. Paranoid, Cassie wondered aloud on several occasions if Mrs. Fitzgerald was actually a spy for a foreign government trying to steal the formula for Revive. She said that “suburban housewife” would be the perfect cover.

Two weeks after we arrived, Nora showed up on our front porch, undoubtedly shoved out the door by her mother, birthday party invitation in hand.

“Hi,” she said. “I’m Nora.”

“I remember from when you guys brought the cookies,” I said. “I’m Daisy.”


We stared at each other in silence, me thinking that she looked like a Skipper doll and wondering if she owned any outfits that didn’t match from her hair clips to her sandals, and her looking at me in my cutoff jean shorts and red-and-white-striped T-shirt like I was from an alien planet.

“Here,” she said finally, offering me the tiny purple envelope. “It’s an invitation to my birthday party next weekend.”

“Oh,” I said. “Thanks.”

“Sure,” Nora said. “See ya.”

The next weekend, I faked being sick and watched the partygoers arrive at Nora’s from the comfort of the window seat in my poster-filled bedroom. Looking back, that was probably the moment that defined Daisy Appleby. Those first weeks of school, Nora’s birthday was all anyone talked about: It was a boy/girl party, and if you weren’t there, you weren’t anybody. For the rest of the year, Nora was polite to me at block parties and in the halls at school. But by eighth grade, she was braces-less, in a B-cup, and on track to be queen of the school, and I was nothing but the weird neighbor who kept to herself. Unknowingly, I had dissed the most popular girl in school.

It made me invisible.

Not that I minded.

The Revive program is built on secrecy, and being invisible at school is never a bad thing. Even if I make friends, it’s not like I can get close to them. My family life is a facade, and we could move at any time.

Anyway, it’s not like I was lonely in Frozen Hills. I had an after-school study group and I hung out solo with one of the other members every once in a while. And I’m not one of those people who get all self-conscious about going to the movies or to see bands alone. I’m not sure when normal kids learn to be embarrassed about things like that, but thankfully, it never happened to me.

I carefully catalog three years of memories and by nine o’clock, when we pull into our new hometown of Omaha, Nebraska, I have concluded that my time in Frozen Hills was a success. I navigated junior high without any major issues. I maintained cover and managed not to raise suspicions or get too close to anyone or anything that I had to leave.

Ready to focus on the future, I tune in to the city outside the car windows.

“It’s bigger than I thought it would be,” I say.

“It’s the most populated city in Nebraska,” Mason answers.

“How many people live here?” I ask, because I know he’ll know. Mason’s a walking Wiki.

“Almost half a million,” he says. “There are actually several large corporations here….” he begins. That’s the danger of pressing Mason’s Search button: If he’s in the right mood, he’ll barf information.

I can’t help but tune out, but I’m surprised when I find my thoughts floating back to Frozen Hills. Usually, I assess and move on. This time, something is bugging me.

Was there a missed opportunity there?

“Everything okay?” Mason asks, sensing my distraction.

“Everything’s fine,” I say. “I just think that maybe—if I get any party invitations in Omaha—I might actually accept.”


I take a break from decorating my new room when a text alert chimes on my phone. It’s Megan, one of the kids who died with me in Iowa eleven years ago; another of fourteen living “bus kids” that make up the Revive program test group. Megan lives in Seattle, but we keep in touch. Initially, we bonded over the program. Then we grew closer, like sisters who realize they’re actually friends, too.

I tap my finger on the screen to read her message.


You didn’t post…. Everything okay?

Under the pseudonyms Flower Girl and Fabulous, Megan and I coauthor a blog called Anything Autopsy, where we dissect music, books, fashion, food, and whatever else we feel like. The format is she said/she said style—or she said/he-she said, since Megan is transgender—and if one of us doesn’t post, it’s not as cool.

I type back:


Sorry, we had to move.

There’s a pause, and I imagine Megan’s black-lined eyes bugging out of her head. The thought makes me laugh out loud.



“Unfortunately,” I say aloud, even though she can’t hear me. Then I type:


Again. Bees.


I’m going to start calling you Honey.


Please don’t.


I guess daisies attract bees, too, don’t they?


I promise to post twice this week. Setting up my new room. Chat later?


Love you madly


Love you more

I set aside the phone and pick up the paint roller.

People might say it’s stupid to spend time decorating a space you’ll likely soon abandon, but to me, putting my stamp on each new bedroom is a crucial part of any move. I mean, seriously: I live with science-obsessed secret agents; my bedroom is my retreat. And more than that, it’s part of the cover. Assuming someday someone wants to see my room, it has to be in line with my personality. It has to look permanent.

For the first three days in Omaha, when Mason and Cassie are setting up the lab in the basement, I pretend I’m the designer on a home makeover show and create my perfect space. Since my sixteenth birthday’s not for another month, I have to get Mason to drive me to Target, a crazy place called Nebraska Furniture Mart, and the paint store, but after that, it’s all me and my vision.

In this house, I’m going for tranquil. I paint the walls a nice, mellow gray and cover as much of the wood floors, which are badly in need of refinishing, with a super-plush rug. On one full wall I install a new white open storage unit, then arrange my white nightstand and bed frame from Frozen Hills in the little nook part of the L-shaped room. I put the brown desk that I’ve had since I was ten under the largest window; when I find that it doesn’t look right, I paint it lavender.

Then I add the little details that make all the difference. I sort my books by the color of their spines and stack them horizontally in the little storage-unit cubbies: a librarian’s worst nightmare. I frame and hang only black-and-white prints and posters; I reroll all the others and store them under the bed. I thrift-shop on Etsy and craigslist to find an oversized D wall decal, a mirror to hang over my new black dresser from Target, sheer white window coverings, and a gray-and-white-striped beanbag chair.

“Where’s the electric staple gun?” I ask Mason on the morning of the day before I’ll start school at Omaha Victory High School. Mason’s in the office waving motion commands at a massive computer screen tethered to one of the three tiny computers in the house.

“What do you need it for?” he asks.

“I’m re-covering my desk chair,” I explain. I don’t mention that I’m covering the seat with the fabric from my old comforter. Although, to be fair, I’m upcycling, so he should be proud.

“Garage,” Mason says, rubbing his eye sockets. “Third drawer on the left. And be careful.”

“I can’t kill myself with a staple gun.”

“Probably not, but how do you feel about blindness?”

“I’ll wear goggles,” I say.

Mason shakes his head at me and goes back to his work.

I head downstairs in search of power tools.

When my room is finished, I sit and enjoy it for about five minutes; then I get antsy. I head down two flights of stairs to the lab in the basement to see how it’s coming along.

“Holy, bright!” I say, squinting under the megawatt fluorescent bulbs covering every square inch of the ceiling.

“We need to see what we’re doing,” Cassie replies.

“Mission accomplished, and then some,” I say.

Mason chuckles at me quietly.

I scan the large room, taking it all in. It’s nothing compared to the main lab in Virginia, but it’s impressive anyway. There are two workstations, both with the same mini computers and massive monitors as the one in the office upstairs. There’s the PCR machine, used to amplify DNA, which looks like a fax machine crossed with a mini-fridge. There are spinners and shakers and rotators and the Homogenizer, aka the tissue blender. There’s a hot plate, and dry ice; a water bath and a scale. And, of course, there are dozens of squeaking rats.

All of the Disciples have assignments, but not many of them need labs like ours in their homes. Duties range from monitoring other countries for breakthroughs similar to Revive to controlling the program’s technology to managing relocation and surveillance. Agents in the big lab focus on advancing Revive—testing new iterations—while agents like Mason and Cassie make sure those who got the original version are functioning normally. Inside the program, my guardians’ job is to conduct ongoing testing and analysis on the bus kids; to the rest of the world, Mason is a psychologist and Cassie is a stay-at-home mom.

As always, I’m impressed by the pop-up, state-of-the-art lab in an otherwise pedestrian basement.

“You guys are making good progress,” I say.

“Thanks,” Mason says, smiling. “The space is larger than the one in Michigan, so that’s helpful.”

“Yeah,” I say, giving it another look. Then my eyes fall back on Mason. “Well, my room’s done,” I say. “I feel like going out.”

Mason raises his eyebrows, surprised. “What do you need?” he asks.

“Nothing,” I say. “I want to get a library card. See if Omaha has any good shoe stores. Maybe catch a movie. I need to do something to get acclimated. I start school tomorrow, and I know nothing about this town.”

Mason tilts his head slightly, considering it. “Okay,” he says, standing and wiping his hands on his jeans. “I’ll take you.”

Cassie shoots him a look: Mason leaving means she’ll have to finish setting up the lab alone.

“Let’s all go,” Mason says to her. “Daisy’s right. It’ll be good for us to get to know Omaha, too.”

Cassie stares for a few seconds, then relents. Mason is, after all, her boss.

“At least let me change first,” she says.

An hour later, I’m standing in the middle of the desert wondering how it would feel to be stranded without water.

“Think Revive would work if I died of dehydration?” I ask Cassie quietly, staring up at the shell of the Desert Dome at the Omaha Zoo.

“I think so, yes,” Cassie says without taking her eyes off of a cactus. “We’ve done dehydration testing on the rats. Seventy-two percent success.”

“That’s better than asphyxiation,” I say.

“And drowning,” Mason adds.

Thinking of water reminds me of an exhibit I want to see.

“I’m going to the aquarium,” I say.

“Meet us at the front gate at three,” Mason says before turning and heading toward the bat exhibit. Cassie seems stuck to the cactus, so I walk toward the underwater experience alone.

“They’re older than dinosaurs, you know.”

I move my eyes from the sharks to the man, smile politely, and then look back at the tank. I can see in my peripheral vision that the man’s eyes are back on the water, too.

“Amazing creatures,” he adds with a hint of a disarming lisp. I feel free to answer back.

“I like the sea turtles better,” I say, dreamlike, as I watch one swim by. My face is lit up by the shimmering sea.

“Hmm,” the man murmurs. “You’re right…. They’re quite spectacular, too.”

The man and I are two of maybe five people in a tunnel cutting through the aquarium itself. We are under the ocean, or at least a man-made version of it. It is sedative and beautiful: a claustrophobic’s hell on earth. For a blink, I wonder what would happen if the glass overhead sprung a leak. I imagine drowning. Again.

“Is school out today?” the man asks evenly.

“No,” I say. “We just moved here. I start school tomorrow.”

“Moves can be difficult,” says the man in a quiet, soothing voice.

“Mm-hmm,” I say.

“What grade are you in?”


“Ah, high school,” the man says softly as another shark passes. “Well, good luck settling in.”

I wait a beat, enjoying the patterns of the water reflecting across my face, then answer: “Thanks. Do you have any tips about the area?”

“Who are you talking to?” Cassie asks from my left side. Startled, I peel my eyes from the underwater world and glance at her. Then I look right, to where the man had been standing. There’s no sign of him. Confused, I look back at Cassie.

“I was talking to some dude, and then he disappeared,” I say.

“What did he look like?” Cassie asks automatically. It’s a question I’m used to hearing. Mason and Cassie are always trying to teach me life lessons, like how to be a keen observer. Normally, I’m excellent at this game, but when I think of the man, only the word average comes to my mind. I try to remember his hair color or what his clothes looked like. I try to picture whether he wore a hat or distinctive shoes. Anything.

“I don’t remember,” I say honestly.

Cassie looks deep into my eyes for a moment, probably expecting the usual list of colors and textures and mannerisms. Finally, when she realizes that I’m not going to say more, she tugs at my arm.

“Mason’s waiting. Let’s go.”

On the way to the car, I remember something about the man: his barely distinguishable lisp when saying certain things, like the word creatures. Excitedly, I look over at Cassie, wanting to tell her about it.

But like usual, she’s on the phone.


Omaha Victory High School is brand-new and modern, sharp angles and manicured grounds, high-tech and functional. School starts at 7:45, but Mason, Cassie, and I arrive at 7:00 to check in and pick up my class schedule and locker assignment. We follow signs through the new-smelling and nearly empty corridors. A surprisingly young-looking, dark-haired woman in jeans and a blazer is waiting for us at the reception area.

“I’m Vice Principal Erin Waverly,” the woman says, hand outstretched.

“Mason West,” Mason says with a smile, shaking Ms. Waverly’s hand.

“I’m Cassie West,” Cassie says. “So nice to meet you.” Her voice is sugary sweet like a doughnut this morning.

“And this must be Daisy,” Ms. Waverly says, looking at me with a friendly smile. “Welcome to Victory.”

“Thanks,” I say.

We follow Ms. Waverly back to her office. Mason, Cassie, and I sit on a small couch across from Ms. Waverly’s desk while she reviews my real but slightly altered birth certificate, government-manufactured school transcripts, forged yet accurate immunization records, and totally falsified proof of residence.

“You were in honors classes at your last school,” Ms. Waverly observes before setting aside the transcript.

“Yes,” I say.

“She’s a little smarty-pants,” Cassie teases as she smoothes back my hair.

“Mom!” I protest quietly, rolling my eyes at her and feigning embarrassment.

“I can see that Daisy’s a good student,” Ms. Waverly says to Cassie. “Unfortunately, we’ve got a larger than usual sophomore class this year due to some renovations at one of the magnet schools, and our honors classes are full.”

Mason shifts in his seat. “But can’t you make room for one more?” he asks.

Ms. Waverly holds up a hand. “Before you get too concerned, I think I have a solution.”

“Oh?” Mason asks.

“Yes. I think based on Daisy’s test scores, she’ll keep up fine in junior math, science, and English.”

I get a funny feeling in my stomach: a tinge of nervousness. Victory is grades nine through twelve, so I’m already starting high school a year after everyone else my age; now I’m about to be thrust into junior classes, too? But at the same time, it’s better than the regular sophomore curriculum.

That’s the equivalent of being held back.

Everyone agrees to the compromise, and soon enough, we leave the office, all smiles and optimism. I part ways with Mason and Cassie at the main doors. When they’re gone, I set off for my assigned locker in the math wing, navigating multiplying students as I go. A professional new girl, I check out what kids are wearing and note that my hip-length red T-shirt and faded skinny jeans were the right choice this morning.

Like a chameleon, I blend in.

“Sweet TOMS,” a voice says, presumably to me. I step back from my locker to investigate. A pretty girl a few doors down is pointing at my silver glitter slip-ons.

“Thanks,” I say, wiggling my toes inside the canvas shoes. Thoughts of birthday party invitations fly into my brain, and I decide to try to keep the conversation going. “I like your hair.”

The girl runs a hand through her two-toned tresses—golden blond on top and jet black underneath—and smiles with her whole face, from her Hollywood chin to her dark brown eyes. She’s wearing a turquoise sundress and low cowboy boots, and I’m positive she has to be the most popular girl in school. Everything about her is cool.

“Thanks,” she said. “My mom hates it.”

“My mom hates these shoes,” I say, shrugging, which is mostly true. Cassie doesn’t like anything remotely flashy or attention-getting.

The girl laughs.

“I’m Audrey McKean,” she says.

“Daisy West.” I smile.

“You must be new; I know everyone.”

Yep, she’s popular.

“Today’s my first day,” I say. “We just moved here from Michigan.” Another student approaches one of the lockers between mine and Audrey’s, blocking our view of each other. Audrey peeks around him and makes a silly face at me, then slams her locker door and moves around the guy.

“So, what’s your first class?” she asks.

“English,” I say. “With Mr. Jefferson?”

“You’re a junior?” she asks.

“Sophomore,” I say.

“No way.”

I raise my eyebrows in question.

“You look older,” she explains. “You must be a huge nerd.”

I look at her, surprised.

“I’m joking!” she says, hitting me lightly on the arm like we’ve known each other for ages. “I’ll walk you to your class. I’ve got Spanish in the next wing over.”

“Wow, thanks,” I say. “That’s really nice of you.”

“It’s no big deal,” Audrey says. “Come on: It’s this way.”

Audrey and I talk about our mutual love of casual footwear the entire way to first period. She raves about a new pair of laceless runners and I babble about pointed versus round-toed flats. It reminds me a little of the effortless way I chat with Megan, and honestly, I’m bummed when we arrive at my classroom.

“Hey, do you want to go off-campus for lunch?” Audrey asks.

“I…” I begin, confused by the attention from someone who has to have friends lining up to hang out with her. I channel a little of Cassie’s paranoia and eye Audrey suspiciously. “Um…”

“Oh,” Audrey says, her face falling so slightly I barely notice it. “That’s okay if you have other plans. I just thought since you’re new and all…”

“No,” I say quickly, snapping out of it. “I don’t have other plans. I’d love to go. Should we meet at the lockers?”

Audrey smiles brightly. “Perfect. See you then!”

Mr. Jefferson welcomes me to Victory, hands me a textbook that smells like soup and a syllabus printed on yellow paper, and directs me to an open desk on the side of the room farthest from the door. I smile at a girl who’s watching me; it makes her look away. Happy that I get to sit by the window, I slide into my chair, which has been warmed by the morning sun. I grab a notebook and pen from my bag and start reading over the syllabus while the classroom fills up.

I can tell when the bell’s about to ring because Mr. Jefferson stands up and walks to the podium, then clears his throat a couple times. I set aside the syllabus and scan the room, finding, happily, that no one looks too intimidating.

When the bell starts to ring, I jump a little: It’s different from the ones in Frozen Hills. Here, the tone is like a longer version of the lowest beep in a hearing test. When it stops, I sit up in my seat a little straighter and pick up my pen, ready to take notes. Mr. Jefferson clears his throat once more, making me wonder if he has a cold or something, then opens his mouth to speak.

Just then, a guy darts into the room and slides into the open desk near the door. Curiously, I watch him until Mr. Jefferson clears his throat once more. Maybe it’s a tic. I look at the teacher’s podium and Mr. Jefferson is giving the late arrival a look, but he doesn’t say anything.

Instead, he introduces me.

“Class, we have a new student joining us today,” he says, gesturing my way. Like dominoes, each triggered by the one before, heads start to turn in my direction. Mr. Jefferson continues. “This is Daisy West, and she comes to us from Michigan. Let’s all give her a warm Victory welcome.”

A few people mutter “hi”; a handful smile or wave. I smile politely and wait for the spotlight to move off of me. After a few seconds, Mr. Jefferson clears his throat for what feels like the hundredth time and begins class. The dominoes reverse themselves and I quietly exhale.

Except that I have that prickly feeling, like someone is staring at me.

Warily, I search the classroom. Everyone in the row next to me and the next one over is paying attention to Mr. Jefferson. But when I get to the row by the door, I see that the late arrival is eyeing me. And that’s when I realize what I hadn’t before:

The guy is flat-out, undeniably, unbelievably hot.

He casually sweeps the front of his shaggy hair to the side with his thumb. The back of his hair flips out from behind his ears in that adorable way that makes it impossible to tell whether he needs a haircut or just got one. He’s got dark eyebrows—the kind that sexy TV villains have—and almond-shaped brown eyes that make him look like he has a secret. He’s slouching ever so slightly in his faded green T-shirt and worn jeans, and he smiles at me in a way that looks almost… familiar. Then he faces front and I feel like I’ve been dropped back to earth from the clouds.

I watch the guy for the rest of the period, but he never looks at me again. When the bell rings at the end of class, I lean down long enough to put away my stuff and pick up my bag, and when I sit back up, he’s gone. I’m disappointed until I realize that I’ll see him again tomorrow, and every day for the rest of the year.

And for that, I silently thank Vice Principal Waverly.

At lunchtime, Audrey and I meet up at our lockers as planned.

“Hi!” I say as I approach.

“Hey, Daisy!” Audrey says back, matching my broad smile. “How’s it going so far?”

“Pretty good, actually,” I say. And then I look away, embarrassed.

“What?” she asks, reading me.

“Nothing,” I say. “There’s just a cute guy in my English class.”

“Ooh, really?” she asks. “I want to hear all about him—but save it for the ride. We only have forty-five minutes.”

We shut our lockers and turn to leave as two girls walk by. They look at me quizzically, then offer Audrey a pair of anemic waves, like they’re being forced to say hello but aren’t feeling it. Audrey shakes her head at them and refocuses on me.

“Hungry?” she asks.


“Follow me.”

Audrey expertly leads us through the crowded halls and shows me a few shortcuts on the way out to the student parking lot. Soon we’re buckled into her bright yellow Mini Cooper.

“I love your car,” I say.

“Thanks,” she says. “I love it, too. I spent two summers’ worth of babysitting money on the down payment, but it was worth it.”

“You must have worked a lot,” I say.

“My parents matched what I earned.” Audrey looks a little embarrassed.

“Nice parents,” I say.

“What do you drive?” Audrey asks as she pulls out of the student lot onto the main road.


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Ambur More than 1 year ago
Ever since I read the blurb and saw the cover of Revived I wanted to read it, and when I managed to get an ARC in my hands I was ecstatic, and once I actually read it I was even more thrilled! Revived is amazing! Honestly, it's addictive, and the story just reels you in and keeps you hooked until the very last page! I wasn't sure about Daisy at first, she comes off as kind of flippant, mostly because of how she views death after using Revive for so long. However, even with her flippant feelings towards death, I really liked her as a character. I found her to be hilarious, and I really liked getting to see her open up to Audrey and Matt. I have to say though, while I loved Daisy and Matt together, I loved her relationship with Mason even more. He may not be her actual father, but they had one of the most amazing relationships I've seen in YA between a child and their parental figure. He respects her, and while she may not always listen to him, she still loves him and you could tell he genuinely cared about her. Their relationship wasn't something that I was expecting, but I was thrilled that it was there. I also loved Daisy's friend, Megan, and the blog that they run together sounds awesome. It's also nice to see unconventional character types given the respect and attention that they deserve. I'll let you read about Megan in Daisy's spoiler from me here. :P Along with the fabulous relationships in this book, it has one amazing storyline. I'm not going to go into too much detail because this is the kind of story that is so much better to experience for yourself, but I absolutely loved it! I'm a sucker for a good conspiracy...and I'm sure that there's no shock that this book has a big once since it's described right in the description. :P I thought that Daisy was the perfect narrator to undercover it all, and I loved getting to experience everything clicking into place for her as she figured everything out. Overall, I absolutely loved Revived, and I recommend it to anyone who wants an action-packed story that's also character driven. I will warn you that it might make you a bit squeamish at times because Daisy goes into detail about the times that she had to use Revive, but I didn't find it to be too much. However, I do know that I'm not the most sensitive person when it comes to that kind of stuff...I mean I do read zombie books, so I'm warning you just in case. :P That being said, I wholeheartedly suggest that you get your hands on a copy of Revived the first chance you get because this is one story you do not want to miss! :D ***I received an ARC from the publisher in exchange for an honest review. All opinions are my own. ***This review is also posted on my blog and my other social media profiles.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. I just could not put it down! It was a really good read. After i read it the first time i read it again.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Such a good book! They could seriouslynmakebthis into a tv show or something!
Andreat78 More than 1 year ago
Daisy Appleby just can't seem to stay alive. She has died, literally, five times by the age of fifteen. Thanks to the secret drug Revive, and her ever-present family of agents, Daisy keeps coming back. But every time Daisy is Revived, she must relocate. That's never been a problem because she never puts down roots. When Daisy moves yet again and is befriended by siblings Audrey and Matt, she begins to finally feel like she's home. But when she starts finding clues that suggest the Revive Project has shady motives and methods, Daisy's new home and new life begins to crumble around her. Daisy determines to uncover the evil behind Revive to save those she loves, and herself. Set in the present day, with a completely plausible premise, REVIVED was a cool ride from start to finish. I love a nice, thrilling mystery that is rooted in logic. The Revive Project is headed up by a secret division of the FDA. Nobody trusts those people, right? And seriously, we all know there are many "secret" divisions in the different federal departments. [Sidenote: My husband works for the US Gov.'t, not FDA. So I feel a little nervous saying that. :-) ] So you could say, my inner government and theory geek was having a raging good time considering all of this. I thought Daisy was an easy to embrace main character. She begins the story understandably detached from the world around her. It makes no sense to her to make friends, establish ties, when she may have to relocate at any time. Daisy begins her transformation when she meets Audrey. Audrey was like a bright, happy burst of life. The story instantly warmed due to her presence. I love the influence she had on Daisy. Audrey's brother, Matt, brings a happy change to Daisy's world. As far as book boys go, he was a nice addition. Matt was cool, thoughtful, and yeah, a hottie. But he also was very realistic. Matt isn't a robotic good guy. He has very real, and not always easy to take, reactions to Daisy and her secret. I appreciated that Matt wasn't Daisy's "puppy", always happy and easy to please. I loved Daisy's "dad", Mason. He was a genuinely warm parental figure and I could tell, even on paper, that he loved Daisy. Interesting tidbit: There is a transgender character. I haven't found many in the books I've read and it was handled very well. Overall, I really liked REVIVED. The characters were engaging, the story was beyond cool. I loved author Cat Patrick's style. The flow and structure of her words made the story an easy, quick read. I did find that the pace lagged a bit in the middle portion of the book. The last portion more than made up for it, though. It was a crazy intense roller-coaster of action and emotion. And though I would enjoy more adventures with Daisy, I was glad to see the story neatly tied up. REVIVED, for me, was very enjoyable. Favorite Quote: "I feel like I'm drawing out his pain like venom from a rattlesnake bite and, for a few minutes, it makes me forget my own misery." (pg. 235)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read this book and i am so sad i finished it! I wand sooooo much more out of it!! I liked the romance between Dasiy and Matt! ~cat raff!
ImaginaryReads More than 1 year ago
A fun contemporary read with sci-fi elements, Revived is about the perspective that humans will take towards death when they no longer need to fear dying and what will happen when a girl who doesn't fear death must finally face the consequences of death and the potential loss of those she cares about. I was disappointed by the lack of action as compared to what the synopsis suggests. When I heard that Daisy takes extraordinary risks, I thought that she deliberately places her life in danger/ is a daredevil of sorts. Rather, the greatest mortal risk she appears to have taken is leaving her EpiPen at home when she has a deadly allergy to bees. We never learn much about the Revive program, and the "threat" doesn't feel as sinister as the synopsis makes it out to be. It is a threat, but the suspense isn't built throughout the book. Mainly, the story seems to be about Daisy mingling with the real world for the first time. The characters bring this book to life. Daisy is a sweet girl with a relatable, engaging voice. Being one of fourteen children in a program testing the drug Revive, she has never allowed herself to grow close to her peers for fear that they will find out about the program. Because Daisy has never feared death herself, she doesn't know what to do when faced with true death, one where someone she cares about cannot come back. It is then that she must question the moral rightness of the Revive project for the first time. What good is a world where only certain people can be brought back? Who should Revive be shared with? How will people react when they learn that their loved ones can't be brought back? Daisy's first friends are the McKean siblings. Both siblings are gorgeous and charismatic. Daisy has conflicts over her yearning for Matt, as he happens to be the older brother of her new best girlfriend Audrey, her only girl friend. Their relationship is very real and sweet. They don't know what to do with each other at first because of Audrey, and when they do grow closer, it is bittersweet--filled with tears, frustration, and mutual empathy. My one problem with their relationship is how quickly Daisy shares her secret with Matt. While she does second-guess sharing with him, it takes one moment with him for her to throw her fears away and tell--all after years of never growing close to anyone for fear they will find out. Revived is a an entertaining and emotionally charged read that I finished in one sitting. I would recommend this to those who would enjoy a contemporary read with sci-fi elements. This may not be your kind of read if you're looking for heavy action.
FuzzyCoffeeBooks More than 1 year ago
What I Liked: 1) Daisy. As an MC, Daisy was incredibly personable and really came alive on the page. Her history was thoroughly explained and her actions and personality melded nicely. She is a great example of character development done well, and I loved watching her grow throughout the story and learn more about what her life really was about. 2) Audrey. What a refreshingly optimistic and charismatic person. We didn't get to know Audrey as well as some of the other characters, but she brought a smile to my face every time she entered a scene. While she is a secondary character, her influence on the other characters is strong and she will stay with you long after you close the book. 3) The concept. A drug tested on a group of kids that brought them back to life. Literally, they were dead, and it REVIVED them (duh). There are all kinds of rules and regulations to how and when the drug will work though, so it's pretty interesting to see how it all works. Also, the fact that this was a government sponsored program makes it even more complicated in how it all works. 4) Morality. This is where it gets a little sketchy, because morality, such as the decision of who lives and who dies, is wrapped up in religion to some and science to others (and crime and politics, I guess.) I loved the way that Miz Patrick handled the question of morality in this though. Religion was a bigger factor in the story than I initially realized it was going to when I realized that all of the people in the project had nicknames, including the creator of the drug whom Daisy, Mason, and the others involved in the project simply called "God." It wasn't meant disparagingly at all, but instead highlighted a strong morality issue. I loved this. 5) The message at the end of the story was a great one about love, loss, and moving on. If this was the intended message from the very beginning, major kudos to Miz Patrick on delivering it in a creative, fun, and unique way. What I Didn't Like: I loved it all! Overall Thoughts: I think everyone should check out this book. Not only is it completely unique with wonderful, personable characters who end up feeling like friends, but it ends with a beautiful and sustaining message that everyone can take to heart. Revived is going down as one of my favorite books!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a great book for ages 12 to 16. Since there are plenty of reviews that summarize the book.... I will just cut to the chase. I have no idea why this book isn't a highly recommended book for teens. I'm not saying it is necessarily as good as the Hunger Games as it is a starkly different from it. At least it is a change from all those authors who are quickly trying to scramble up a plot for the next "dystopian teen novel". It is really well written book like the Hunger Games with the same element of suspense and difference from our world today. It is more or a realistic read then the Hunger Games though so if you are looking for a pure dystopian novel look elsewhere. Sorry for the long review. :)
JenZuna More than 1 year ago
I've never come across a story like this before. I was drawn in quickly and couldn't put it down. Revive is a drug that can bring people back to life. The main character Daisy has died and been revived 5 times. When she has to relocate again to Omaha Nebraska things start to get really interesting. She makes new friends and even gets a boyfriend. Tragedy strikes though when her best friend Audrey dies and Revive can't help her.I felt Daisy's pain and even cried when Audrey died. This story was a fascinating mixture of science fiction, adventure and young love and loss. It wraps up nicely at the end but I would love to see more about what happens after all this.
FireStarBooks More than 1 year ago
This book just started brilliantly! It started with a death! Hello! Yes! Of course the premise of the book is death and rebirth and it totally captured my heart when I saw it in the HBG catalogue. And I mean the cover...*sighs* :) In the very beginning, I just fell hard for the characters. They didn't seem fake or cliché at all! Daisy was not "trying-to-hard-to-be-tough" kind of girl. She was strong and dominant but not too in your face. She is also a blogger! WOOT! Bloggers represent! Mason...well Mason. I do have to say I love older man ;) Cat totally didn't meant for the readers to fall head over heel for Mason but I totally did. He was like the perfect secret agent. And as for Cassie, the other agent, well she was like a comic book female character. She was depicted as a cold person but could act as a sweetheart. I think why I love Mason and Cassie so much was how they could fool people around them. They were the ultimate government agents...with a heart. The men in black are totally amazing. They were so secretive and totally pictured them stealthy as...well...Batman ;) Audrey and Matt were awesome characters as well. But I didn't love Matt. I didn't connect with him. I just love the plot. You might think the plot was properly boring and predictable, but no! There were many surprises in the book. The book was more like a speculative fiction instead of science fiction. It just totally felt realistic. And "God" is so much more than I expected. The only thing was that there were parts that were dry. It was less intense then I first initially expected. Some other bloggers had mentioned it was more a contemporary book. The ending! WOW! It was so twisted, and unexpected! It felt like someone pull the carpet out under me and let me fell into this black, blank space (in a good way). PS: Cat mentioned PCR, which I just learnt last month. WOOT! Thank you for adding cool, little science within the book. It totally reminded me of Kathy Reich's novels. I recommend this book! Great job Cat! I can't wait to read Forgotten!
hairballsrus on LibraryThing 5 months ago
I'm a little bit on the fence with this one. And I just realized I've already read two other books with this theme this year-a miracle drug that will bring you back from death. This is a YA version of that concept- featuring a 16 year old girl who is a test subject in a 30 year FDA study. She first dies in a bus crash when she's four and then, due to being accident prone and allergic to bees, four other times over the years. Each time she receives the drug. To be sure, she has a sort of odd take on death. It's more like a reboot button for her.When the story focuses on her unusual upbringing and her relationship with her father figure, an FDA agent named Mason, it's pretty good. When it lurches into --Contemp YA-OMG! I hope this boy likes me! mode--it feels strange. There are a few holes and a rather unbelievable villain and some After School Special Moments I could have done without, but I still like the premise. And the lessons about death are certainly worth learning. I just wish it had a better delivery. The ending was too tightly wrapped as well. There aren't enough consequences for her actions. It still made me cry. The relationships were moving. That always gains points. Cool cover too.
thehidingspot on LibraryThing 5 months ago
With its relateable main character, interesting premise, and mysterious atmosphere, Cat Patrick's Revived was impossible to put down. I read it in one sitting and, upon finishing, immediately wanted more.I wasn't sure what to expect from Revived... I wasn't a huge fan of Forgotten and I worried the same would be true of Patrick's sophomore novel. My main complaints regarding Forgotten were the lack of depth and the abrupt ending, and I worried that Revived would have the same bothersome issues. While I did find the ending, once again, rather abrupt, it didn't irk me near as much as with Forgotten. In addition, I felt Revived had more depth and was genuinely interesting.I loved the whole idea of this novel and the drug Revive. It was interesting to see how Daisy's feeling and thoughts about the drug changed as she grew up and things became harder to categorize as simple black and white. I felt for Daisy... As they say, ignorance is bliss, but, ultimately, she was better off having her beliefs challenged and gaining knowledge, however difficult it was to swallow.Revived also features a rather adorable love story. I thought it was extremely well done and didn't detract from the main story... it actually made sense that it was there and added an edge and intensity that would have been otherwise absent. I highly recommend Revived... Cat Patrick has definitely won me over with this novel. I can't wait to read her next offering, The Originals!
JRlibrary on LibraryThing 5 months ago
imagine that when you die, you don't stay dead. Daisy has been revived multiple times, but with her most recent revival, she wishes to be normal because she's made two very close friends, so this time she doesn't want to move on at all!
summerskris on LibraryThing 5 months ago
A fun contemporary read with sci-fi elements, Revived is about the perspective that humans will take towards death when they no longer need to fear dying and what will happen when a girl who doesn't fear death must finally face the consequences of death and the potential loss of those she cares about. I was disappointed by the lack of action as compared to what the synopsis suggests. When I heard that Daisy takes extraordinary risks, I thought that she deliberately places her life in danger/ is a daredevil of sorts. Rather, the greatest mortal risk she appears to have taken is leaving her EpiPen at home when she has a deadly allergy to bees. We never learn much about the Revive program, and the "threat" doesn't feel as sinister as the synopsis makes it out to be. It is a threat, but the suspense isn't built throughout the book. Mainly, the story seems to be about Daisy mingling with the real world for the first time.The characters are what bring this book to life. Daisy is a sweet girl with a relatable, engaging voice. Being one of fourteen children in a program testing the drug Revive, she has never allowed herself to grow close to her peers for fear that they will find out about the program. Because Daisy has never feared death herself, she doesn't know what to do when faced with true death, one where someone she cares about cannot come back. It is then that she must question the moral rightness of the Revive project for the first time. What good is a world where only certain people can be brought back? Who should Revive be shared with? How will people react when they learn that their loved ones can't be brought back?Daisy's first friends are the McKean siblings. Both siblings are gorgeous and charismatic. Daisy has conflicts over her yearning for Matt, as he happens to be the older brother of her new best girlfriend Audrey, her only girl friend. Their relationship is very real and sweet. They don't know what to do with each other at first because of Audrey, and when they do grow closer, it is bittersweet--filled with tears, frustration, and mutual empathy. My one problem with their relationship is how quickly Daisy shares her secret with Matt. While she does second-guess sharing with him, it takes one moment with him for her to throw her fears away and tell--all after years of never growing close to anyone for fear they will find out.Revived is a an entertaining and emotionally charged read that I finished in one sitting. I would recommend this to those who would enjoy a contemporary read with sci-fi elements. This may not be your kind of read if you're looking for heavy action.
BookAddictDiary on LibraryThing 5 months ago
Cat Patrick's first novel, Forgotten, was a mixed bag for me. Some parts just leapt off the page and completely drew my attention, while other aspects of the book just faded into blah nothing. What saved the book for me was the ending -completely unforgettable. It was that ending that made me a fan of Patrick's work and ultimately convinced me to seek out her follow up novel, Revived.Revived has a fascinating concept -a secret government organization working to develop a drug that can defy death. And young Daisy Appleby (at least, she thinks that what her name is) is a test subjected in the Revive program. Ever since she was killed in a school bus crash and later brought back to life, life's never been the same. Daisy has been brought back to life five times, and each time means a new place, a new name and a new life. Daisy has never questioned the program until she meets Matt McKean.Revived has the same gorgeous writing style as Forgotten, with unforgettable characters that come to life on each and every page. I especially enjoyed the most text message-based friendship of Daisy and Megan, which was highly believable and just downright fun. The plot was also very well constructed -it just flowed and was easy to follow and well-paced -but more than anything, nicely written and quick to read.Better than Forgotten, Revived was an interesting and unique read that was well worth it.
Bookswithbite on LibraryThing 5 months ago
Engrossing from page one, Daisy got my attention. I love how the author mixed conspiracy, God-like abilities and secrets to engage the reader into a whole other world!Revived captured me with the sense of mystery. With a banging opening, it kick off with conspiracy all the way. I love following clues and getting to know the character Daisy. Each time more tidbits were dropped about the revival program, what it can, I soak it up like a sponge.The love interest is great cause with this love interest is the downfall of the character. Daisy is sworn to secracy, but teh first person she falls in love with, secrets spilled. NOOOOOOO! It did add major drama amd much more intenseifying moments. The ending of the book is great. Torn between betrayal and the one she loves, Daisy is in for a whole new slew of troubles heading her way. The fight may be over, but the war is just beginning.Revived pushes the reader to the edge of their seat. With chapters full of action, secrets, and a God who is unknown, the reader is enticed. Revived is riveting and compelling.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Our school has this battle of the books thing so i kind of had to read it..... and i loved it it is my new favorite book i read this book every minute of my free time! And yes i have a life!:) so read this book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love everything about it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A terrific YA romance with hints of suspense and SF. I grabbed it off a library shelf for a quick read and found myself unable to put it down. The narrator's voice is just about pitch-perfect. SPOILER ALERT: several of the adults in the book are good people, worthy of the trust the teens give them. I found that to be a huge plus for the book. 
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Awrsome read it in a day
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I lived this book!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hope there is a sequel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #amazingbook
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I didn't want it to end!