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Struck by Jennifer Bosworth

Mia Price is a lightning addict. She's survived countless strikes, but her craving to connect to the energy in storms endangers her life and the lives of those around her.

Los Angeles, where lightning rarely strikes, is one of the few places Mia feels safe from her addiction. But when an earthquake devastates the city, her haven is transformed into a minefield of chaos and danger. The beaches become massive tent cities. Downtown is a crumbling wasteland, where a traveling party moves to a different empty building each night, the revelers drawn to the destruction by a force they cannot deny. Two warring cults rise to power, and both see Mia as the key to their opposing doomsday prophecies. They believe she has a connection to the freak electrical storm that caused the quake, and to the far more devastating storm that is yet to come.

Mia wants to trust the enigmatic and alluring Jeremy when he promises to protect her, but she fears he isn't who he claims to be. In the end, the passion and power that brought them together could be their downfall. When the final disaster strikes, Mia must risk unleashing the full horror of her strength to save the people she loves, or lose everything, in this young adult novel by Jennifer Bosworth.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780374372835
Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux
Publication date: 05/08/2012
Pages: 384
Product dimensions: 5.82(w) x 8.34(h) x 1.23(d)
Lexile: 720L (what's this?)
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author

Jennifer Bosworth lives in Los Angeles, California, where lightning hardly ever strikes, but when it does she takes cover. She is the writer half of a writer/director team with her husband, Ryan Bosworth.

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I don't sleep much. An hour here. Two hours there. Chronic insomnia, it's one of my more tolerable lightning strike aftereffects. Not as bad as the veiny red scars that cover me from neck to toes, or the burning in my chest that flares hotter when I get a little emotional. Insomnia? Eh. It could be worse (and usually is). Most people wish they had more hours in the day. I keep almost the full twenty-four.

When I go to bed at night, it's not with the intention to sleep. If sleep happens, great. If it doesn't, well, that's something I've gotten used to.

So when I opened my eyes and saw a guy standing over my bed, I had to assume I'd finally fallen asleep. And when I noticed the shiny silver knife gripped in his hand — the kind of pretty, decorative blade that has no practical application but murder — I decided this was not a dream I wanted to see through to the end. It would have been nice to stay asleep a bit longer, but now I was going to have to wake myself before Nightmare Boy used his knife to gut me.

"Wake up, Mia," I told myself in a voice that came out hoarse and scratchy, like it would have if I'd actually awakened.

The guy startled back from my bed. He dropped the knife and it fell straight down and stuck in the wood floor with a thunk. Must be sharp. He scrambled to yank it free, but looked unsure what to do with it after that. His face was in shadow, but his wide, white eyes and jerky movements told me he was as scared as I was supposed to be. As far as nightmares went, he wasn't too bad. I decided to stay asleep.

I closed my eyes, hoping I'd open them to a new dream.

But there were no more dreams that night, only Nightmare Boy's soft, retreating footsteps.

When I opened my eyes again, feeling as though I hadn't slept at all, it was the morning I'd been dreading. The morning when my brother, Parker, and I would return to school for the first time since the quake.

We had a dream dictionary kicking around the house somewhere. If I consulted it, I was pretty sure it would confirm my suspicion that a knife in your dream was a bad omen. Not that I needed an omen to give me the heads-up that this day was going to suck.

As I dragged myself out of bed, I noticed a small split in the floor, right about where Nightmare Boy's knife had lodged itself in the floorboards. Strange. Then again, there were plenty of other little cracks and splits on the old floor of my restored attic bedroom.

I put thoughts of the dream away. I had bigger problems — real problems — to worry about. I didn't know what to expect back at school, but if the changes that had taken root throughout the rest of the city were any indication, I should probably give in and expect the worst, as usual.

Thanks for the warning, Nightmare Boy. Not that it'll do me any good.


I stood outside Mom's bedroom door and listened to Prophet's muffled voice. I couldn't make out what he said, but after a month of Mom obsessively watching his televised sermons, I could guess the subject matter.

The end of the world is at hand.

Those who surrender their souls to Prophet will be saved.

Those who don't will suffer and die and suffer some more.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. We heard you the first time.

"Mom?" I tapped on the door before turning the knob. It was seven in the morning, and outside the sun was doing its job, but Mom's bedroom was a cave. She sat at her window in the grungy bathrobe she hadn't shed in days, peeking through the slats in the blinds. Her eyes traveled back and forth between the window and the TV, which was playing The Hour of Light, Rance Ridley Prophet's morning broadcast. He did three shows a day: morning, midday, and evening. Ever since we brought her home from the hospital, Mom had been obsessed with Prophet. The only way she missed his broadcast was if the electricity or cable went out. I almost looked forward to those outages now.

"Brothers and sisters," Prophet intoned, "God will soon make His final judgment. You must decide now on which side you will stand, on the side of heaven, or on the side of earth and its wicked, worldly pleasures. Will you be lifted up, raptured to paradise, or laid low by God's terrible vengeance?"

Prophet's voice drowned out my entrance into the bedroom. Sometimes I wondered if Mom's hearing was somehow damaged during the quake. She seemed so oblivious to what went on around her. The doctor who attended to her for all of five minutes before he gave her bed away to someone more needy said she was fine. Malnourished and dehydrated, but she'd live. After three days trapped under a collapsed building, she had some bad bruises, a few cracked ribs, and a dozen lacerations on her face and arms — caused by the wall of glass that had exploded near her when the building started to buckle — most of which had nearly healed by now. Physically, she was as sound as could be expected. Mental health was another matter.

The Internet — along with our utilities and cable — had been in and out since the quake, but when our connection was working I'd researched Mom's symptoms until I determined what was wrong with her: Acute Stress Disorder — Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder's evil twin on steroids — caused by a traumatic event, which is re-experienced in flashbacks, anxiety, delusions, emotional detachment, even amnesia.

Mom had all the symptoms and then some. She should have been in a hospital, under the care of a psychiatrist and a team of nurses tending to her around the clock. But the hospitals were still full of patients with actual life-threatening injuries, people with broken backs and crushed limbs and infected burns. People suffering from earthquake fever, an immunity disorder caused by mold released from the ground during the quake. People so malnourished and dehydrated from the lack of food and water in the city that the only way their bodies would accept nutrients was through a tube. There were no beds for those with functioning bodies but malfunctioning minds.

The upside was Acute Stress Disorder usually lasted a maximum of four weeks, and it had been four weeks to the day since the earthquake. Three weeks and four days since rescue workers pulled Mom's unconscious, dehydrated body from beneath several tons of rubble. It was a miracle she'd still been breathing. The people who'd been found with her were not so lucky. Some were crushed instantly. Others suffocated, and it was their deaths that saved my mom's life. There wasn't enough oxygen in the small cavern beneath the wreckage to go around.

Four weeks since the quake ... it seemed like four thousand.

"Mom?" I said again. I kept my voice low, gentle, as though my words might hurt her if they came out too hard. She stiffened and her shoulders hunched as she craned her head around. It had been so long since she'd washed her hair that it appeared wet with grease. The scars on her face stood out in waxy, salmon-colored lines against skin that hadn't seen the sun in weeks. It was an effort not to flinch every time I looked at her. At least my face had been spared from the lightning scars that etched the rest of my body. Mom's face, on the other hand ... she would need plastic surgery to remove the scars if she didn't want to be reminded of the quake every time she looked in a mirror.

"We have already begun to witness God's wrath," Prophet continued. "He whispered to me that He would strike Los Angeles only minutes before His fist came down. The end of all things is at hand, brothers and sisters, and it will commence right here, in Los Angeles. For this is not the city of angels, but a city where devils rule from their hillside mansions and immense studios, spreading their corruption like a plague through your television screens and movie theaters and the Internet. Is it any surprise, in a city so amoral, that our young people — the ones who call themselves 'rovers' — dance and drink and cavort on the graves of the dead in the Waste?"

I turned the volume down, averting my gaze from the milky orbs of Prophet's eyes. His snowy hair avalanched over his shoulders, thick and frosty as a polar bear's pelt, though he couldn't be older than thirty-five, with that peanut-butter-smooth, tanned face. That bleach-white crescent of a smile. But mostly when I looked at him I saw the eyes, empty and opaque, filmed with cataracts.

"Mom, Parker and I have to go," I said.

"What?" she finally responded. "Where ... where are you going?" Her voice dragged, weighted with the antipsychotics and anti-anxiety medications I'd procured for her through less than legitimate means. Even if I could get Mom an appointment with one of the overburdened doctors in the city, they'd just give me prescriptions I couldn't fill. Pharmacies had been looted within the first days after the quake. Supplies of food, water, and medications were trickling back into the city by air, but with most of the freeways shut down, and the trucks that did make it in being looted, there wasn't enough to go around.

When the quake hit, there were nineteen million people living in the greater metropolitan area. The population had thinned since then. Those who could manage it had abandoned the city like the proverbial sinking ship. But there were still too many people to feed and medicate. Even counting the private jets celebrities loaned to aid organizations, there were only so many planes and helicopters available to import goods. Supplies were divided up for the area hospitals and clinics and consumed as soon as they left the trucks. If the trucks made it from the airports to their drop-off destinations.

The only option I was left with for getting Mom's meds was the black market. I knew I was buying the same pills that were being stolen, but I couldn't afford to care. My moral compass didn't point the same direction it used to.

"Mom," I said again. I could tell she was having a hard time focusing on me. Half her attention was on the window and half on Prophet. "Parker and I have to go back to school today. But we'll come straight home after. You'll only be alone for a few hours."

A look started to surface on Mom's face. Terror at the prospect of being left alone in the house, with rioting and looting still going on throughout the city, water and power and cell service still unreliable.

Mom twisted her hands together in her lap, like she was trying to mold them into some new shape. "What if someone tries to get in while you're gone?"

"I checked the doors and windows. Everything's locked up tight. No one's getting in." It was a good thing I'd checked the windows again this morning. I'd found the one in the garage unlocked. It was a small window, but someone could squeeze through if he or she really wanted to.

Mom unraveled her fingers and parted the blinds again. "There was a boy watching the house earlier. A boy your age with glasses. I've seen him before. I can't ... can't remember where. He saw me looking and he went away. I know him from somewhere, Mia. I know him, but I can't remember." She pounded both fists against her temples so hard I jumped. "Why do you both have to go? Can't one of you stay here with me? I don't want to be alone in this house with him out there watching."

I didn't want to tell her why it was so important that both Parker and I return to school, why it couldn't wait another week. We were down to our last cans of food, and the few schools that had reopened not only offered free lunch, but the kids who started attending classes again got priority aid. Parker and I would each receive a ration of food to take home with us for every day we showed up.

This was not about education. It was about survival.

Mom's fists were curled against her temples, her body hunched like she was bracing for impact. Was there really someone watching the house, or was she seeing things again?

"Mom ... Mom, I need you to take your pills before we leave." Xanax for anxiety. Thorazine for the hallucinations and flashbacks.

She pulled her chin against her chest. "I already took them."

"Are you sure?" I sounded patronizing, but Mom hardly ever remembered to take her pills. Most of the time she hardly seemed to remember her own name.

She gave me a sharp look. "I'm sure," she said.

A soft knock at the open door. Parker poked his head in, his thick, straw-colored hair, still wet from the shower, hung in his eyes. The water was on today. That had been a relief. I hadn't taken more than a handful of showers since the quake, and I didn't want to return to school smelling like one of the Displaced.

Parker went to Mom, put his arms around her. "Love you," he said. "We'll be back before you know it, okay?"

Mom tensed at his touch. Parker released her, trying not to look hurt by her rejection, but I knew he was. Out of the two of us, Parker had always been the sensitive one. "Empathetic" was the word Mom used to describe him, but it was more than that. Parker didn't just empathize. He was a "fixer." When someone was hurting, he tried to find a way to make them better.

But Parker couldn't crack the wall Mom had put up around herself, and it was killing him. Mom's rejection wasn't personal, though. At least, that was what I told myself. But she didn't like people to get too close anymore. Every day she seemed to fold more tightly into herself, growing smaller and smaller, as though she were still being crushed under that fallen building.

"I'll wait in the car." Parker avoided my eyes as he walked past me, but I saw they were wet, and I felt emotion close my throat.

When he was gone, I went to Mom. I wanted to hug her, too, even though I knew she would be as rigid and unresponsive as a twist of wood. But more than that, I wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake her and demand she come back to us. We needed her.

My eyes strayed to the TV. On-screen, the camera panned back, revealing the stage. Several identically dressed teenagers — the boys wearing crisp white shirts and white slacks, the girls in long white dresses — flanked Prophet on each side. Two of them were twins, a boy and a girl, with white-blond hair a shade more ivory than Prophet's; both so tall and thin, they looked like they'd been stretched. Prophet's entourage of adopted children. His Twelve Apostles, he called them, though I only counted eleven on stage with him.

Considering how Prophet had managed to brainwash millions of people into believing he was not just a man named Prophet, not just a prophet, but the prophet God had chosen to let us know the world was about over, I didn't want to imagine the conditioning that went on in the privacy of the man's home.

"He's out there again ... watching the house," Mom said urgently. "The boy. Look."

I bent to squint through the blinds into the bright sunlight. People passed by on the sidewalk, wandering aimlessly. The Displaced. Those whose homes had been destroyed by the earthquake. But I didn't see any boy watching the house.

"What does he want?" Mom asked. Her hand fluttered to her face; fingers traced the knotted line of a jagged pink scar along her jaw.

"I don't know," I told her, hearing the despair in my voice, thick as an accent.

Her voice shook. "Everything is coming apart, and Prophet says things are only going to get worse. He knows what's coming, Mia. God speaks to him."

God. Oh, God, God, God. I was sick of hearing about God, maybe because I hadn't heard much about him (or her, or it) since Mom's mom — our fanatically God-fearing, Bible-thumping grandma — passed away a couple years ago. After that, Mom was free to stop pretending she bought into Grandma's fire-and-brimstone theology. Grandma went to the grave thinking her daughter would someday join her in fluffy white-cloud heaven, instead of plummeting straight to hell, where my father was roasting on a spit with the rest of the unbelievers.

Mom always claimed she was firmly agnostic despite her extreme evangelical upbringing. She didn't believe in anything in particular, and she was perfectly content to wait until she died to find out the real deal. I figured her obsession with Prophet was a phase born out of desperation, like people on an airplane who start praying when they go through a nasty bit of turbulence.

I touched Mom's shoulder. It was a hard, protruding angle. She was nothing but bones under her bathrobe.

"Everything's going to be okay," I told her, even though the words had lost their meaning from too frequent use. I was always saying them to someone now, to Mom, to Parker, or to myself.

"Be careful out there," Mom said, touching me briefly on my gloved hand before pulling away. "Take care of your brother."

"I will." I turned to go, and Prophet whispered over my shoulder, like he was standing right behind me. "And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo, there was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as a sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood.

"The time is coming," Prophet said. "The end is coming."


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Reading Group Guide

1. We've all heard the Stan Lee quote "With great power comes great responsibility." Mia has both power and responsibility, but wants neither. If given the choice, would you accept great power if it came with a price? Do you think it would be worth it?

2. In Struck, the prophet of a doomsday cult has predicted that the end of the world will arrive in three days. How would you behave if you thought the world was ending in three days?

3. Mia refers to herself as a "lightning addict" and is willing to risk everything, including her life, to connect to the power in storms. Do you think the author is drawing a parallel between Mia's addiction and other types of addiction?
4. Struck begins one month after a massive earthquake has devastated Los Angeles. The city is in chaos and millions have lost their homes and are deprived of basic necessities. If disaster struck your town, how would you survive?
5. Mia has Lichtenberg figures––veiny, red lightning scars––that cover her skin from neck to toes. How does this "disfigurement" affect her everyday life? Do you have any scars that you're either proud of or ashamed of?

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Amabe421 More than 1 year ago
* This is rated as 3.5 stars on my blog. It wasn't quite a 4 star book for me, but it deserved more than 3. When I first heard about this book I was super excited to red it. It just sounded so unique and creative. Being someone who has in fact been struck by lightning, (thought indirectly) it sounded extra appealing to me. (If you want to know more about that feel free to tweet me or email me about it.) It was definitely an interesting book. I liked Mia and some of the other characters. There was a lot of religion in it, and being someone who is not religious I can say it didn't bother me. It wasn't annoyingly preachy, it was just a main part of the story. It was done very well to be honest. Mia has a special gift though she feels like it's a curse. She doesn't really know the extent of the power she carries from the countless lightning strikes. She has different people telling her who she can and can't trust on opposing sides and she has no clue what to do. I feel like in the situation she is stuck in she really does pretty well. Yes, she makes some bad decisions, but who doesn't. She's confused and trying to take care of her mother who has basically shut down completely after the earthquake. Jeremy is kind of stalkerish, but it's okay. He's totally hot! Really though, he is a great character. He is a bit creepy, but there is a lot of creepy weird people in this book. When you have the end of the world looking you in the face there are going to be some crazies! He has secrets that he wants to tell, but can't. Well, more he is afraid to than he can't I guess. Anyways, I can't really say much about him except I like him, and I liked him with Mia. He was always there for her when she needed him, even when she didn't know whether to trust him or not. There is a little romance in this book, but it is really isn't a big in your face, take over the story romance. It was there, it does play a part in the book, but it's not annoying and over the top. I actually thought it was great. A little fast, but hey, the end of the world is coming. Things tend to move a little faster when you only have days left. This book was fast paced, and kept my interest from beginning to end. There was nothing that stood out as shocking or any big twists, and no major cliffhanger ending, though there is a little bit of something implied. Overall I would have to say this was a well written book that I really enjoyed. It may not have blown me away, but it was a great book. I am undecided between 3 and 4 stars. I think if we knew a little more about these powers the lightning gives and how people came to know about it and start these groups. I would give it 4, but I still feel like there is a little lack of information on why things happen. I am a bit picky with stuff like that. I need a reason for things, even if it's not a very good one.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I absolutely loved this story and I really think that it should be turned into a series or at least a trilogy... this was one of my favorite books ever...I JUST COULDN'T PUT IT DOWN Thank you XD
kimba88 More than 1 year ago
Mia is a lightening addict or maybe lightening is addicted to her. Either way, she has the scars to prove it. She has survived countless strikes, and is drawn to storms, like bees to honey. Her family moved to LA, after a horrific lightening event. The recent disasters have left atmospheric hints of a storm to come. Mia can sense it and feels drawn to it. I easily connected with Mia and wanted to know more about her. Since the earthquake, she has really had to hold it together and I was impressed by her stiff upper lip. She is brave and protective. She doesn’t seek out conflict, but will fight when necessary. At times, I was annoyed with the character's inability to communicate…since a lot of crap could have been avoided with a straightforward conversation. Jeremy appears in one of Mia's classes. She has never met him, but is immediately aware of his presence and feels as if she knows him. She finds him to be gorgeous and mysterious. Oddly he makes her feel calm. He doesn’t appear to belong to either cult and tries to warn her. Jeremy’s true identity wasn’t revealed until almost the end. Bosworth did leave clues throughout the novel and I managed to figure it out but I was never really sure if he was helping her or had a secret agenda. All of which made this tale suspenseful. The romance between them was sweet and downright complicated. The energy I felt when the two of them were together made me swoon. Other characters added to the suspense and mystery. I loved some of them and loathed others. Bosworth’s world-building enthralled me. She did a wonderful job of depicting the city and its people after the quake. Her descriptions of the city of tents, the chaos and fear made the world very real. The Prophet and his followers were believable. He has predicted the end is near and urges people to join him and repent. Throughout the novel you get a sense that he is evil. The Seekers are an old and secret society. They appear to be trying to stop a cataclysmic event from occurring. It has been foretold and they are looking for others to make their psychic connections stronger. Bosworth’s tale of their origin and purposes was fascinating. She weaves tarot cards and paranormal ability into the tale creating mystery. Mia is the catalyst for an event yet to come and is sought by both sides. Not knowing the true purpose of each cult and why they wanted Mia made the ride suspenseful.
TinaRK More than 1 year ago
STRUCK is an amazing and exciting story. Mia is a strong man character who will do anything to keep her family safe . The concept of Mia being a lightning addict is brilliant and fresh!   Mia's love interest with Jeremy worked very well throughout the story and I really enjoyed it. I look forward to more novels from Jennifer Bosworth. She is very talented! 
Dazzlamb More than 1 year ago
STRUCK is set in future LA. A city destroyed by a terrible earthquake. Imagining Los Angeles like that was pretty scary. Although it could have been an ace dytopian story, STRUCK wasn't primarily about a disaster scenario and the impacts natural catastrophes could have on people's lives. It was mostly about Mia dealing with her lightning addiction. Yes, you've read correctly. She is like a life-size lightning rod. She has the power to absorb lightning but also to destroy with its energy. She has the predisposition to be an attractive character protagonist-wise, but surprisingly she just didn't grow on me. Grave disappointment struck me after only the first few chapters of Jennifer Bosworth's debut novel. A huge amount of the story felt just wrong to me and I didn't find a way to connect with our protagonist or unterstand the love story. Don't get me wrong, her love interest, Jeremy was a pretty decent guy. Just not that sexy and incredibly defiant guy I wanted him to be. There's also a religious, or better cult-like, aspect that felt kind of like a foreign substance to the story itself. And it really started to bother me after some time, because it became too dominant and held to much of the story's attention. A Prophet gathering people around him and trying to control an entire city with his nonsense, even involving parts of Mia's family. The cult component struck me as really odd and that's what turned the story into something that just couldn't work for me. I was rather sceptical about reading STRUCK in the first place, but somehow found myself reading it after a few weeks anyways. Should've listened to my intuition from the beginning. I'm not happy to say that I didn't enjoy this read, but that's how it is. And for that I hope even more readers find a favourite in it and will give it the love any story deserves. 2/5 ** STRUCK - Promising premise, no electrifying content in the end! This story could have been big, but there was never any tension at all and the action simply fell flat for me. Weak characters and a trivial romance and I was desperate to finish STRUCK to just be done with it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read this book last summer and found it very unique, i have never read anything like it
sangreal More than 1 year ago
I received an ARC of this book from the publisher in exchange for reading and reviewing it. For the first two thirds of this book, I was pretty sure I didn’t like it, yet I couldn’t figure out why. The initial premise seemed exciting and original – Mia has been struck by lightning hundreds of times, and has a love/hate relationship with the feelings it producers in her. Additionally, she can channel the energy of the storm, but isn’t sure whether this is a curse or a blessing. The setting is Los Angeles shortly after a storm (complete with lightning) triggers an earthquake that ravages the city. Mia struggles to hold her family together, as her mother was injured during the quake and is recovering plus there’s also a younger brother to care for. Many of the expected dystopian themes make an appearance, including the disparity between those who have and those who are destitute, along with the struggle to get things ‘back to normal’. There is also the rise of religious fervor, symptoms of stress disorder and the partial breakdown of law and order. In the end, I think that was the source of my problems with the book – too many varying issues competing for my attention. The religious and anti-religious factions both believe Mia is central to their future plans and try their hardest to recruit her to their side. Then there’s the boy who’s either trying to kill her or save her – Mia isn’t sure which – but who she can’t seem to stay away from. Not knowing who to trust can make things very difficult, but in the first two thirds of the book, I don’t think Mia made a single decision that didn’t irritate me in some way. Then I came to the last part of the story, and suddenly it seemed like I was reading a different book altogether! The pacing was much better, the action moved along and Mia became a heroine I started to like a little. It helped that the story didn’t quite take the expected route to the conclusion, and I began to find myself devouring the pages to see how things were going to turn out. Also good was that, while this is intended to be a series, the book had a satisfying conclusion with hints that there was more to come. Generally, this was a good YA read, but not a fantastic one. Still, I would at least try the next book in the series when it comes out, and if it’s written like the last third of this one, I’ll be very happy about that.
Anonymous 27 days ago
Great read
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sandyemerson More than 1 year ago
Imagine having two cults fighting it out to control one person.  Both, who want use that person in their own way.  Even prepared to use your family to do it.  That's what Mia faces in this book.  Mia is a girl who is addicted to lightning - the same way a druggie is fixated on their next shot of heroin.  She knows when storms are coming and has to fight the urge to race towards it.  She lives in post-apocalyptic world where the city she lives in has virtually been destroyed after a horrendous Earthquake and there is more trouble coming.  She fights to keep her family together in a time where the homeless live in tents and the simple things are hard to get.  She has to go to school to get the food she needs.  And, to make her life even more difficult, along comes Jeremy... The thing that struck me the most about this book was the cult element.  I wouldn't call it religion per se because it wasn't a known religion fighting against another.  It was two different sects - one who believed the world was going to end - the other trying to make sure it didn't happen.  There was a sense of good and evil, but not in the usual way that I've been used to.  No angels or demons in this book! The world-building side of it disappointed me.  I didn't know anything about how the world worked apart from what was going on between the two sects.  I know there were militiamen who patrolled the area, but who looked after them?  Where was the government or mayor in all this?  There's always someone who takes charge.  I also couldn't understand why Mia made it so easy to allow Jeremy into her life when he was going to do something to horrible to her (can't say what -spoiler).  There was one scene where she showed her fear and outrage and then she folded as easily as a towel is.  I guess he was the better of two evils. That being said though I did like the characters.  I thought Mia and Jeremy were sweet together.  There was definitely no love at first sight here, but more the situations that were going on in their lives that made them connect.  I think Mia was actually quite a strong character except towards the end.  Even though it was part of the story line, I didn't really like what happened towards the end of the book.  I think it took something away from Mia and left me frustrated with her.  Mind you, that did give her some flaws so I guess it comes down to the way the reader interprets it. The secondary characters really didn't leave me with much of an impression.  I guess it's because I didn't really know that much about them.  They felt empty - like they had been put in the book to make it flow the way it should.  I think the only two who made much of a impression on me were Katrina and Mr Kale. I don't really have much to say about Jeremy.  He was alright, but I can't say I fan-girled over him.  Despite all my 'meh' feelings about the book as a whole, I can't deny that there was something about this book that appealed to me.  I think it was the unique plot of the book.  I haven't read a book quite like it before.  And, I did like the climax of the book and the way it ended.  I think it was that and Mia that saved it from being rated any lower.  If there ever is a sequel to this book, I will read it. I would recommend this book to anyone who likes elemental books.   Book review done by Sandy@Magical Manuscripts
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I have no idea where to start when it comes to Struck and I mean that in the most positive of ways! This story had everything I would ever want in a story: Action. A pre-apocalyptic setting. A spunky female main character and romance. From the opening sentence, I knew that Struck would become one of my favorite stories and that I would eat it right up. I literally could not put it down. Struck takes place in L.A. after a storm and earthquake and other major natural disasters wreak havoc on the planet. Main character Mia is stuck in the aftermath of the quake and storm—the one thing that sets her apart from all the other survivors is that Mia is a lightening addict and has been struck repeatedly. As the story unfolds we enter the world Mia is living in. We get to learn a fair bit about her past before the quake/storm and how her life is after the quake/storm. The one thing that definitely pulled on my heartstrings was how disconnected Mia’s mother was from her children. Her mother, having been a survivor after being crushed by a falling building, was portrayed as a lifeless doll throughout the first two “parts” of the novel. By parts, I mean that the story was cut into four different parts. Each part focusing on the four days before the actual “apocalypse” that is predicted by Rance Ridley Prophet, the main antagonist in the story. In the story, we are introduced to the two warring groups, the Followers (who believe everything that Prophet says) and the Seekers (who basically do the exact opposite and want to find people to rise against Prophet). Both groups, through all four parts of the story, fight to get Mia on one of their sides because Mia is the Tower. Which pretty much means that Mia is the bringer of the apocalypse. Personally, I found myself leaning more towards the Seekers in the story. Mostly because throughout the story we are watching Mia and her younger brother Parker interact more with Seekers than Followers. That and the Followers were portrayed as bad guys. Are they really the bad guys in the story? That’s for the reader to decide. As for the romance portion of the novel… my heart literally melted each time I saw (or…erm… read?) Jeremy and Mia together. The two of them together were not only so sweet and secretive with each other, but at the end of the day, there’s no point in denying that Jeremy has an aura of mystery that forces any reader to fall in love with him (And he was described as Clark Kent because of his glasses and being the comic nerd that I am, I imagined him as Superman *la swoon*). I would recommend this to fans of dystopia (regardless of it being pre-apocalyptic), action and of course romance. Struck has a little bit of everything–something that all readers will love.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Im not really a fan of doomsday books. But having said that, there was just something that drew me in with this book immediately. After watching the book trailer, I just had to read the book. In a market driven by the paranormals-which I love, by the way-this book just stood out to me. Mark my words, this going to be the big, new book series. Mia is a strong protag, in that she is conflicted by her feelings and responsibilities and power, but in the end she always chooses the right path. And Jeremy is the perfect love interest, because he's always there for Mia, even when he can't see a future for them together, quite literally The battle between good and evil blurs at times. Who's good? Who's evil? The conflict was awesome! And in the end, the author set the story of brilliantly for a sequel! I can't wait to see what happens in the post apocolyptic futures for the lovers and the seekers. My only negatives: 1. Somewhat predictable in parts, but not too many. For example, I saw the 12th apostle comin' from a mile away. That's the only reason I gave this a 4 and not a 5. 2. The fact about storms was incorrect. For every five seconds between lightning and thunder is 1 mile. So when the author had Mia count to six mississippi and say the storm was 6 miles away or less, it was actually a little over a mile away, factually speaking. Overall, LOVED the book. Can't wait for the sequel and hopeful movie-if the book trailer doesn't scream MOVIE,I don't know what does.
Read_All_About_It More than 1 year ago
What a book!!! For any fan of apocalypse novels, Struck was a whirlwind adventure like nothing I;d ever read. Usually, I am a bit standoffish about end-of-the-world-but-I'm-in-love books, but Bosworth's masterpeice had me flipping pages as fast as I could! It's charchters weren't very detailed, but the fast and easy plotline kept the story going. OVERALL: Great apocalyptic romance for fans of Maximum Ride and quick reads.
StephWard More than 1 year ago
Once I started reading this book, I couldn't stop. The story sucked me right in and wouldn't let go. The idea of a person being struck hundreds of times by lightning - and living to tell about it? So cool. That she's addicted to being struck by lightning? A bit weird, but I'm not judging. The story is set in an apocalyptic world - just as the end of the world is about to happen. There are lots of references to the Bible and to religious theories about the end of the world. I grew up going to church, so these references were normal to me - something I was familiar with. I think that connection made it a bit more exciting and real for me too. Just thinking about the stuff they talk about gives me chills. Anyways, this story is so interesting! Most novels are dystopian or post-apocalyptic. I haven't really came into contact with many that dealt with the apocalypse. The characters are well rounded and believable. You feel connected to Mia because she's struggling with a lot of the issues that teens deal with - on top of having to deal with her "problem." There's some romance in the book, but it wasn't overly sappy or cheesy. I thought it went well with the story - it didn't overshadow the main plot line. The setting and story building was great. It's told with such realistic detail and great description that I had no problem putting myself into the story with the characters. All in all, this was a wild ride of a book and I loved every minute of it. It's not like anything I've read in a long time and is one of the best books that I've read so far this year. Highly recommended! Disclosure: I received a copy of the book from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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My_Eclectic_Bookshelf More than 1 year ago
I've been on a great roll lately with fresh and original YA reads and this book was no different. I loved the fact that in amid a flood of dystopian novels...this one dares to set it's plot during the actual disaster time...and right on the cusp of an apocalypse. We're thrown right into the story weeks after a massive lightening storm and resulting earthquake have made Los Angeles a frightening ghost of what it once was. Thousands are displaced..homeless and wandering the streets or living in "tent city." As typically does happen during times of trouble...the worst of mankind finds it's way out of the darkness and into the light of day...preying upon people's fears and weaknesses and fighting for it's own agenda. Mia finds herself caught between family loyalties, staying true to herself, and looking to the larger picture and her part in it. The Prophet is an immensely troubling and intriguing character. Psychotic and disturbed enough to put his plan into motion and powerful enough to make it happen. The seekers, with their long history, and mysterious rites fascinated me and I hope to learn more about them in the sequel. And I loved the character development of Mia and her mother and brother. They all, especially Mia, grow immensely-between the simple struggle to survive as a family and then the larger struggle to prevent The Prophet and his followers from succeeding. The only character that I felt to be lacking was Jeremy...for the life of me I still don't understand why he kept so many secrets when speaking the truth would have made their insurmountable problems a lot more easily tackled. All in all, though, I found this to be a compelling and unique read and can't wait for the next in the series.
Buried-in-Books More than 1 year ago
I wanted to love Struck because of the incredible story line. Mia has been struck numerous times by lightning and has become an addict. But we are never given a reason as to how that happens, why or if she even questions it. She never says "Why me?" A catastrophic earthquake had hit LA caused by a lightning bolt hitting a fault line. I have no idea if that can happen but it's one of the many things you are supposed to believe is true. Along with internet service, electricity, running water in Venice beach despite the total destruction of Downtown LA. Only one building in LA has been left standing. Also the kids go back to school in a three story building where the second and third floor have been so damaged that they are deemed unsafe to be used, so the kids attend classes on the first floor. And the love interest, I won't even tell you about. All that aside, the writer has a unique way with words that leaves you wanting more and even though the above bothered me, I did read the whole novel in a few hours. The cults that want Mia for her power have their own agenda's and each believe in a doomsday sort of prophecy in which Mia plays a role. Mia is just trying to hold her family together. There are a lot of religious overtones and if you are offended by that you may not want to read this. I found them so over the top that I couldn't take them seriously and saw them as fanatics which is what I think the author intended. The last part of the book was so spectacular that it had me on the edge of my seat turning pages quickly to see how it would end, sure that there weren't enough pages to resolve the actions going on. But there is a conclusion of sorts. I still have many questions and will be looking forward to the next in the series.