From the national bestselling author of Alice comes a postapocalyptic take on the perennial classic "Little Red Riding Hood"...about a woman who isn't as defenseless as she seems.
It's not safe for anyone alone in the woods. There are predators that come out at night: critters and coyotes, snakes and wolves. But the woman in the red jacket has no choice. Not since the Crisis came, decimated the population, and sent those who survived fleeing into quarantine camps that serve as breeding grounds for death, destruction, and disease. She is just a woman trying not to get killed in a world that doesn't look anything like the one she grew up in, the one that was perfectly sane and normal and boring until three months ago.
There are worse threats in the woods than the things that stalk their prey at night. Sometimes, there are men. Men with dark desires, weak wills, and evil intents. Men in uniform with classified information, deadly secrets, and unforgiving orders. And sometimes, just sometimes, there's something worse than all of the horrible people and vicious beasts combined.
Red doesn't like to think of herself as a killer, but she isn't about to let herself get eaten up just because she is a woman alone in the woods....
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About the Author
Christina Henry is the author of Alice, Red Queen, Lost Boy, The Mermaid, and the national bestselling Black Wings series, featuring Agent of Death Madeline Black and her popcorn-loving gargoyle, Beezle.
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The Taste of Fears
Somewhere in an American forest
The fellow across the fire gave Red the once-over, from the wild corkscrews of her hair peeking out from under her red hood to the small hand axe that rested on the ground beside her. His eyes darted from the dried blood on the blade-just a shadow in the firelight-to the backpack of supplies next to it and back to her face, which she made as bland as rice pudding.
Red knew very well what he was thinking, what he thought he would be able to do to her. Men like him were everywhere, before and after the world fell apart, and it didn't take any great perception to see what was in their eyes. No doubt he'd raped and murdered and thieved plenty since the Crisis (she always thought of it that way, with a capital letter) began. He'd hurt those he thought were weak or that he took by surprise, and he'd survived because of it.
Lots of people thought that because she was a woman with a prosthetic leg it would be easy to take advantage of her-that she would be slow, or incapable. Lots of people found out they were wrong. Someone had found out just a short while before-hence the still-bloody axe that kept drawing the attention of the stranger who'd come to her fire without invitation.
She should have cleaned the blade, though not because she was worried about scaring him. She should have done it because it was her only defense besides her brain, and she ought to take better care of it.
He'd swaggered out of the trees and into the clearing, all "hey-little-lady-don't-you-want-some-company." He had remarked on the cold night and how nice her fire looked. His hair was bristle-brush stiff and close to the scalp, like he'd shaved it to the skin once, but it was growing out now. Had he shaved it because he'd been a soldier? If he had been, he was likely a deserter now. He was skinny in a ropy muscled way, and put her in mind of a coyote. A hungry coyote.
He didn't look sick; that was the main thing. Of course nobody looked sick when they first caught it, but pretty soon after they would be coughing and their eyes would be red from all the burst blood vessels and a few days after the Cough started, well . . . it was deceptively mild at first, that cough, just a dry throat that didn't seem to go away and then it suddenly was much more, a mild skirmish that turned into a world war without your noticing.
It didn't escape Red's notice that underneath his raggedy field coat there was a bulge at his hip. She wondered, in a vaguely interested sort of way, if he actually knew how to use the gun or if he just enjoyed pretending he was a man while flashing it around.
She waited. She wasn't under any obligation to be polite to someone who thought she was his next victim. He hadn't introduced himself, although he had put his hands near the fire she'd so painstakingly built.
"Are you . . .? " he began, his eyes darting over her again. His gaze paused for a moment when he saw the gleam of metal at her left ankle, visible just beneath the roll of her pants.
"Am I what?" she asked. Her tone did not encourage further conversation.
He hesitated, seemingly thinking better of it, then gestured at his face. "Your eyes are light, but your skin is brown. You look like you're half-and-half."
She gave him her blandest glance yet, her face no more expressive than a slice of Wonder Bread.
"Half-and-half?" she said, pretending not to understand.
Red had that indeterminate mixed-race look that made white people nervous, because they didn't know what box to put her in. She might be half African or Middle Eastern. She might be a Latina or maybe she was just a really dark Italian. Her eyes were an inheritance from her father, a kind of greenish blue, and that always caused further confusion.
Their eyes always flicked up to her hair, looking for clues, but she had big fat curls that could have come from anybody. She was used to speculative glances and stupid questions, having dealt with a lifetime of them, but it always surprised her (it shouldn't have, but it did) how many people still cared about that dumb shit when the world was coming to an end.
"I was just wondering what-" he said.
"Where I come from it's not polite to start asking people about their folk before you're even introduced."
"Right," he said. The intruder had lost some of the swagger he'd had coming into the clearing in the first place.
"What are you doing out here on your own? I thought everyone was supposed to go to the nearest quarantine camp," he finally said, choosing not to introduce himself despite her admonishment.
They were not going to be friends, then. Red did not feel sad about this.
"What are you doing out here on your own?" she answered.
"Right," he said, shuffling his feet. His eyes darted in all directions, a sure sign that a lie was on offer. "I lost my friends in the dark. There were soldiers and we got separated."
"Soldiers?" she asked, sharper than she intended. "A foot patrol?"
"How many soldiers?"
He shrugged. "I dunno. A bunch. It was dark, and we didn't want to go to the camp. Same as you."
Don't try to act like we have something in common. "Did you come from the highway? Do you know which way they were headed? Did they follow you?"
"No, I got away clean. Didn't hear any of them behind me."
This sounded like something he'd made up to explain the fact that he was alone in the woods with no supplies and no companions and sniffing around her fire looking for something he didn't have.
Red sincerely hoped he was as full of shit as he seemed, because she was not interested in encountering any soldiers. The government wanted everyone rounded up and quarantined ("to safely prevent the further spread of the disease"-Red had snorted when she heard that announcement because the fastest way to spread disease is to put a whole bunch of people in tight quarters and those government doctors ought to know better) and she didn't have time for their quarantine. She had to get to her grandmother, and she still had a very long way to go.
Red had passed near a highway earlier in the day. The experience filled her with anxiety since soldiers (and people generally) were more likely to be near highways and roadways and towns. She hadn't encountered a patrol there, but she'd had a small . . . conflict . . . with a group of three ordinary people about two or three miles into the woods past the road. Since then she'd tried to make tracks as fast as possible away from anywhere that might be populated. Red wasn't interested in joining up with a group.
She hadn't asked the coyote to sit down and join her, and it was clear he didn't know what to do with himself. Red could see the shape of what he figured would happen on his face.
He'd thought she would be polite, that she would offer to share her space with him. He'd thought she would trust him, because she was alone and he was alone and of course people were pack animals and would naturally want to herd together. Then when her guard was down or maybe when she'd fallen asleep, he'd take what he wanted from her and leave. She was not following his script, and he didn't know how to improvise.
Well, Red's mother hadn't raised a fool, and she wasn't about to invite a coyote to sit down to dinner with her. She stirred the stew over the fire and determined that it was finished heating.
"That smells good," he said hopefully.
"Sure does," Red replied. She pulled the pot off the fire and poured some of the stew into her camp bowl.
"I haven't eaten a darn thing since yesterday," he said.
Red moved the bowl into her lap and spooned a tiny bit of stew, just a mouse bite, into her mouth. It was too soon to eat it and hot, far too hot, and it scorched her tongue. She wasn't going to be able to taste anything for a couple of hours after that, but she didn't show it. She only looked at him, and waited for whatever it was that he was going to do.
He narrowed his eyes then, and she glimpsed the predator he'd tried to disguise under a charm mask.
"Where I come from it's polite to share if you've got food and someone else doesn't," he said.
"You don't say."
She spooned up some more stew, never taking her eyes from him. She was going to lose what was in the pot in a minute when he charged at her, and she was sorry for it, for she was hungry and it wasn't easy to carry those cans of stew around.
He pulled out the gun then, the one he'd been pretending not to finger the whole time.
"Give me what's in your bag, bitch," he snarled, his lips pulling back from his teeth.
Red calmly put the bowl in her lap to one side. "No."
"Give it to me or I'll shoot you," he said, waving the gun in her general direction.
He thought he was being menacing, and it made her snort. He looked like a cartoon villain in a movie, a mangy excuse for a badass-the kind that threaten the hero when he walks through an alley and get thrashed for their trouble. She wasn't dumb enough to think that he couldn't hurt her, though. Even an idiot with a gun was dangerous.
"Are you laughing at me?" His face twisted in fury as he stepped closer.
He was coming around the side where she'd rested the pot, as she'd expected. He was afraid of the axe, though he didn't want to acknowledge it, so he was giving the bloodied blade a wide berth. That was fine by Red.
"What's the matter, bitch? Scared?" he cooed. He mistook her silence for fear, apparently.
She waited, patient as a fisherman on a summer's day, until he was within arm's length. Then she grabbed the pot handle and stood as fast as she could, using her real leg and her free arm for force to push upward and tapping her other leg down only for balance once she was on her feet.
The trouble with the prosthetic was that it didn't spring-Red didn't have a fancy blade that could perform feats of athleticism-but she'd figured out how to compensate using her other leg. She needed to prevent the coyote from killing her for her food.
Her sudden movement arrested him, his gaze flying to the axe that he'd expected her to grab. Red could have, she supposed, stayed right where she was on the ground and embedded the blade in his thigh, but that might have resulted in a protracted struggle and she didn't want a struggle.
The goal was not to have a fancy movie fistfight that looked good from every angle. She wanted him down. She wanted him done. She wanted him unable to grab her.
Red flung the rest of the boiling stew in his face.
The intruder screamed, dropped his gun, and clawed at his skin. It blistered and bubbled, and she noticed she'd managed to hit one of his eyes. She didn't want to think about how horrible that felt because it looked like something awful. Red forced down the gorge that threatened at the smell of his burning flesh. She grabbed up the axe then and swung it into his stomach.
All the soft organs under his shirt gave way-she felt them squishing beneath the pressure of the blade, and hot blood spurted over her hands and then there was an even worse smell: the smell of what was supposed to be inside your body coming out, and she did cough then, felt the little mouse bite of her dinner coming back up mixed in with bile. It stopped her throat and made her whole body heave.
But Red wasn't about to let him get up again and come after her and so she pulled the axe straight across his torso before yanking it out. It made a squelching, sucking sound as it emerged. Red wasn't accustomed to that sound yet. No matter how many times she used the axe it made her skin crawl.
The man (for that was all he was after all, just a man, not a coyote, not a hunter) fell toward her and she backed away as quick as she could, no fancy acrobatics involved. Red was not some movie superhero any more than the man was a movie villain. She was just a woman trying not to get killed in a world that didn't look anything like the one she'd grown up in, the one that had been perfectly sane and normal and boring until three months ago.
The man fell to the ground, and the blood seeped from the wound in his stomach. He didn't make any noise or twitch or anything dramatic like that, because he'd likely passed out once his brain was overwhelmed by the pain from his burn and the pain from the axe. He might live-unlikely, Red thought, but he might. He might die, and she was sorry not that she'd done it but that she had to do it.
Red didn't like to think of herself as a killer, but she wasn't about to let herself get eaten up just because she was a woman alone in the woods.
She gathered all of her things from the site, slung her pack on her back, doused the fire she'd so carefully built. She cleaned her axe as best she could with a cloth, then covered the blade and put the handle in a Velcro loop on her pants.
The gun her attacker had dropped gleamed in the faint starlight, and she reluctantly picked it up. If she left it behind, someone else might find it and that person might cause her trouble later. After all, she hadn't killed all three of the people she'd encountered earlier.
Red didn't know anything about guns except that she didn't like them. Her father had liked to watch crime television shows, and on those programs everyone seemed to know how to click the safety on and off and load the gun even if they'd never touched a weapon before. Red didn't have the faintest idea how to do any of that and she didn't want to fool with a gun in the dark. That seemed like an excellent way to shoot herself in the only organic foot she had remaining. Shoving the weapon (which she assumed was ready to fire, based on the way that fellow had been waving it around) in her pack or waistband seemed just as stupid.
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The Girl in Red in the third stand-alone novel by American author, Christina Henry. Red is walking through the woods to Grandma’s house, alone, and the woods can be a dangerous place. There are predators, not all of them lupine. And that’s probably where the resemblance to the well-known children’s folk tale ends. This is a post-apocalyptic story, and Red a very capable twenty-year-old woman who is single-minded about reaching the refuge of her Grandma’s cabin, a trek of some three hundred miles. A virus has taken out three quarters of the population. The government has soldiers rounding people up into quarantine camps, places Red thinks would be excellent breeding grounds for said virus, so definitely to be avoided if she wants to stay alive. And there are private militias roaming the countryside with their own agendas. Little information has been disseminated about the virus: the CDC is staying quiet, but it becomes apparent there’s more than one strain. Or maybe it’s something else that has people coughing up blood… The narrative is split in two, with one part describing Red’s progress to Grandma’s cabin, and the other detailing the events that led up to her lone trek. Red plans her route to prevent encounters with people (they might have the virus, or their intentions might be malicious), it’s not always possible, and knowing who can be trusted is a dangerous guessing game she’d rather avoid. But she will defend herself, those she cares about, and their right to reach her destination, with every last fibre of her being. What a marvellous version of Red Riding Hood Henry gives the reader. This Red doesn’t have to be rescued from the wolves by anyone, thank you very much! She’s self sufficient and smart and resolute. And she never lets her prosthetic lower leg limit her, if she can help it. Certain traditional elements still appear: Red wears a red hood(ie); there’s an axe, but it’s Red, not a woodsman, who wields it to devastating effect. Red’s self-selected diet of apocalypse movies and books engenders a paranoia that actually serves her well when the Crisis (as Red refers to this apocalyptic event) happens: she’s much more ready than any of her family, even her fit (but lazy), older (but not always smarter) brother, Adam. Her familiarity with horror movies makes her determined not to be the helpless female and do something stupid, like putting down something essential, because that’s when Something Will Happen. Many of the secondary characters are suitably nasty or annoying or dangerous, although some that Red encounters are an utter delight, and the banter between them does a great job of relieving the tension; some of the dialogue, and much of Red’s inner monologue, is blackly funny. There are Monsters, and it can get quite bloodthirsty in places. More from this talented author will be most welcome. An original and compelling read.
I was provided with a complimentary copy of this book so I could give an honest review. The Girl in Red by Christina Henry is a retelling of the classic story Little Red Riding Hood. In this version, Red is living in a post-apocalyptic wasteland caused by a highly contagious disease. Everyone Red knows has died but she hopes her grandmother will still be alive since her house is isolated. Most survivors have been relocated to quarantine camps but Red would rather go to her grandmother's house. It is told using alternating timelines that reveal the beginning and the spread of the disease and Red's struggle to get to her grandmother's house in present day. The book took some time for me to get into the story but it has a nice pace to it. You quickly realize it is not a mystery or suspenseful book. It is a believable retelling of the perennial classic Little Red Riding Hood so there will not be any twists and turns but involves a well-written and imaginative retelling. The Girl in Red is one of the many retellings Christina Henry has written. Others involve the classic works of Alice in Wonderland, Peter Pan, and the Little Mermaid. The Girl in Red was a 2019 Goodreads Choice Award Nominee for Horror. This 200-word review was published on Philomathinphila.com on 2/6/20.
At first glance, this book may look like a cheesey Little Red Riding hood spin off, but don't be fooled ! With an ever-thickening plot, fantastic storytelling that will make you feel like youre really there, and a relatable main character (for me, at least) this post apocalyptic tale is hard to put down ! It was my first purchase via my nook and I definitely hit the jackpot. I HIGHLY recomend giving this a read, even if it isn't your norm.
I read this book during the holidays and, weeks later, I’m still stewing about it. I guess that’s not necessarily a terrible thing because, after all, it means the book made a lasting impression on me but… Red is a young woman who’s apparently alone in the world following the advent of a pandemic cough but we soon learn that’s not entirely true. The author switches the scene back and forth from just before to now and back again, a style that can be confusing but it works well here. Red is determined to get to her grandmother’s house deep in the forest but has a perilous journey to get there. Fortunately, she’s somewhat prepared for the dangers she faces because she prepared well, unlike her parents and brother (who is so clueless you have to wonder how he made it as long as he did even before the Crisis). To add to her difficulties, Red is an amputee and, not that it matters to the story but she’s biracial, a nice touch. Red has a number of twisty turny encounters but she keeps going for weeks, fending off bad guys and monsters as well as the government that wants to put everybody in quarantine (but even the government offers a hero of sorts) and the nearly unbearable tension kept me reading far into the night. As post-apocalyptic stories go, this one is a doozy and I loved how Ms. Henry turned Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf into an even scarier tale. So, why am I so bent out of shape? Well, I can’t tell you specifically because it would be a major spoiler but let me just say that Chapter 15 has a whopper of a surprise and I was left wanting so much more. I’m really torn because until then I was completely immersed but that nonending left me cold. Fortunately, not every reader sees it that way; all I can say is Bah Humbug…but dagnabbit, this was good!
This was a great take on the whole dystopia/apocalyptic genre. The plot line was compelling, the characters fleshed-out, and I enjoyed the author's writing style. I don't usually like flashbacks, but they were well-written. Highly recommend this book!
One of the most interesting and thrilling books iv´e ever read!! (and iv´e read many)
The Girl in Red is an excellent book - well researched and very well plotted. The story is told in flashbacks but Christina Henry handled it expertly so the story was easy to follow which isn't always true of books with similar, technique. Red is actually Cordelia, a twenty-year old college student who loves horror films and post apocalyptic novels. When we first meet her, Red is alone, cooking over a fire when she's approached by a single man looking for food. She ends up killing him with an ax she keeps strapped on her belt. Many times she reminds herself that its not the apocalypse that's scary, its what people become and do to each other. A woman alone is in a lot of danger and Red has the added challenge of a prosthetic leg she's worn since a car accident took her leg when she was eight. Red is a very likeable heroine. She's smart and intuitive and very well-prepared for the events that occur when a disease called the Cough wipes out most of the world population. Her plan is to head to Grandma's house which is isolated and well-protected in the forest. Grandma, too, is well-prepared and capable of surviving in style and safety. Flashback to Red trying to get her parents and older brother, Adam, to leave the house before they're scooped up into quarantine camps. They accuse her of overreacting until a trip into town shows them things are worse than they seem. How Red ends up alone and defending herself with an ax is quite a story. Christina Henry has crafted a fabulous addition to the post-apocalyptic fiction genre. Red is a great protagonist - relateable to readers of all ages.. There was some gore and violence but nothing over the top. This would be a great book club read for middle to high school readers - lots of food for thought.
I liked this book a lot! I really had no idea that this book would be a post-apocalyptic story but I couldn't have been happier about that fact once I started reading. I see now that little fact would have been obvious if I had read the book's summary before diving in but I like to go into books as blinding as I can so I can be surprised. It worked well in this case. Once I started reading, I was completely taken with Red as she fought to survive in a terrifying world. I really had a fantastic time with this book! There is a virus, known as the Cough, that is wiping out much of the population. Red's family is safe but they don't know how much longer things will stay that way. They decide that the best course of action is to travel by foot to Grandma's house since she is pretty isolated. Red is prepared and ready for the challenge. Her parents and brother are not nearly as eager to start the journey. Red is an amazing character. She lost her leg in an accident when she was younger and now uses a prosthetic leg. Others often see her as disabled or crippled but Red knows she is very capable. She is also very aware of how things are different for her. I really liked the way that we got a glimpse into what life would be like with a prosthesis. The way that maintaining balance, dealing with difficult terrain, and fatigue were worked into the story was expertly handled. I also really liked the fact that Red is biracial. Racism does play a part in this story and I hated what Red and her family had to deal with. I really thought that this book was exciting. Just when I thought I knew what was going on, things would happen that made me doubt everything. This book did such a great job of keeping me guessing. I think that the way that the story was laid out worked well. We see things from Red's perspective at the beginning of the crisis and also much later on. I thought that by alternating these two points in time they both seemed just a bit more powerful. I would highly recommend this book to others. This was a thrilling story with an incredibly tough and intelligent heroine. There were lots of twists and turns that kept the pages turning through Red's tragedies and triumphs. I can't wait to read more from Christina Henry! I received a review copy of this book from Berkley Publishing Group.
The Girl in Red by Christina Henry is a unique twist on the tale of little red riding hood. The main character is nicknamed Red, and she is trying to get to her grandmothers house in the woods while avoiding militants, the government and a disease that seems to be mutating into something much more ominous. I really enjoyed the main character Red. She is strong, smart and the fact that she has one leg does not stop her from heading out on her own through the wilderness. The story begins with a "cough" that is spreading rapidly throughout the country and Red being a fan of survivalist type books quickly prepares for the worst. Her family is not quite as prepared for what is coming. The story definitely leaves room for a sequel which I'm hoping there will be because there is a really huge unanswered question, Overall though I thoroughly enjoyed the book. Definitely recommend to fans of any pandemic apocalyptic themed literature.
The Girl in Red is a bold retelling of the classic fairytale, Little Red Riding Hood. This story is told from Red’s viewpoint and it picks up after the Crisis has devastated countless towns. The Crisis was caused by what was known as the Cough but no one knows where the Cough originated from and there is absolutely no cure. With the loss of life, comforts, and order, the world Red is thrust into is one of anarchy, barbarism, and destruction. You would think Red would be scared senseless but this fierce woman is determined to get to her Grandma’s house, a place that is secluded, defendable, and familiar. The telling of the events that took place in Red’s tale switch between Before and After. To be clear, the chapters flip between before and after events that are momentous to Red. So, it is not just one event represented by past-present transitions. I liked how this was written because the narrative was craftily done and despite transitioning between multiple events the flow was smooth and suspenseful. Red, as a character, was smooth as well. She was a planner and she took in all the information she could in order to achieve the best outcome. There was nothing that she wouldn’t do to stay safe but at the same time she was not just out for herself. She was willing to take some risks for what she felt was the right choice to make. Red had plenty of experience backpacking, which meant the idea of traveling to Grandma’s house, hiking through unknown terrain, was not one that overwhelmed her. I love, love, love that she paid attention to the events taking place around her and started her preparations early for what she thought was going to come. What really cracked me up and made me love Red even more was that all of her knowledge for what she thought she should be doing in this post-apocalyptic world was based upon the science-fiction, zombie, and slasher films and books that she had gorged herself on growing up. She might not have been right 100% of the time but her “knowledge” kept her safe when others were captured or worse. There is much to unpack in this story but there are also items that are not explained and left to the imagination which could be a turn off for some readers. For me though, The Girl in Red was a fast-paced post-apocalyptic thriller with an interesting twist on a beloved fairytale and I for one enjoyed the ride! This review is based on a complimentary book I received from Berkley Publishing Group. It is an honest and voluntary review. The complimentary receipt of it in no way affected my review or rating.
The Girl in Red by Christina Henry is a Sci-Fi/Horror story that is a retelling of Little Red Riding Hood in a Dystopian world. Henry has written a number of novels of dark retellings of various fairy tales Three months ago life was normal for Cordelia (Red), and her family, until a terrible Plague has decimated the world’s population. When her mother starts getting sick, Red’s parents tell her to take her brother Adam and leave for a long trek to her grandmother’s house. The storyline is in two POV’s; Before and After. Red has a prosthetic leg (she lost her leg at 8 years old when hit by a car), which makes the walking slow; but she is tough and a survivor, not to mention she carries an ax with her. She also has to put up with her brother’s constant nagging that they should not be walking so far, instead to go to the quarantine camps, which Red refuses, since more than likely they would die there. What follows in a dark and intense story, where we follow Red during her adventure to reach her grandmother’s cabin. Along the way there are many evils that might represent wolves, but in this world even darker; such as the cough which is the start of the plague and death; the evil men who look for woman and children; and the unknown horror (creature?) that is out there threatening the lives of others. For Red its all about survival, and she has no qualms to use her ax or whatever to save herself. The Before covers the beginning before she left, with her mother, father, as well as her trek with Adam. The After is when she no longer has Adam, and takes upon the responsibility to help two very young children to come with her to her grandmother’s cabin. The daily gruesome trek is filled with horrible dangers, besides the normal dangers of the woods, such as snakes, coyotes, wolves, etc. Christina Henry wrote an interesting and dark story that was intense, but well written. I did not really like the open ended way the story left off. Is there a 2nd book, I do not know, but I suspect there will not be, therefore leaving us a bit open. If you like Dystopian Sci-Fi Horror retellings of fairy tales, you should be reading The Girl In Red.
I have never read anything by Christina Henry, but I couldn’t resist a little red riding hood retelling with a post-apocalyptic twist! This is a super gritty, dark and twisty take on the fairytale and I really enjoyed it. I loved that the main character was diverse, both in ethnicity and having a disability. It was uplifting to read about someone who despite everything life has to throw at them keeps putting one food in front of the other without whining about it! I can’t stand whiney characters but Red was a great character. I loved her development. I also loved all of the other characters Henry created. Overall I really enjoyed this book and look forward to reading more of Henry’s books!
The Girl in Red is an extraordinary story about a dystopian future where a mysterious illness (along with other...things) has killed most of the human population. Red, having read any number of dystopian future novels, knows exactly what - and what not - to do in this situation...if only her parents and brother will listen to her! Only by listening to herself, following her own instincts, and doing what needs to be done, will she get where she needs to be: at her grandmother's house on the other side of the woods. I (like Red) have read my fair share of dystopian future novels, and am happy to find one that surprises and engages me. With a great protagonist, whose "disability" is realistically understood and handled without exploitation, this book was a fun read - I couldn't put it down!