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Dry
by Jarrod Shusterman, Neal Shusterman
Did you think you would ever read a dystopian book again after all the ones you plowed through in the earlier part of this decade? I didn't. But here I am, thanks to Neal and Jarrod Shusterman, plowing through a dystopian YA novel in a single sitting, in 2018.
What truly sets this apart is that you're watching the world fall into chaos - you don't start after sh*t has hit the fan. You're there as the taps first go dry, as people turn postal, as neighbors turn into crowds turn into mobs. The Shustermans' writing brings it all to life in a a very gripping way; so convincing, actually, that I was taking regular breaks to go fill up a glass of water, consciously thirsty every time I read about a person's dry skin, or exhaustion, or empty canteen.
Where this lacked the depth was in the rushed conclusion to the plot, with the almost deus-ex-machina intervention. The first half of the book was five stars to me: anticipation slowly building, dread filling the pit of my stomach. But the latter half was a bit too conveniently resolved and lacking in the emotional depth I expected from these characters.
As a thirty year-old, I may not be this book's target audience, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. For teens it will hopefully hit home hard and educate folks on the real and growing danger we face.
What truly sets this apart is that you're watching the world fall into chaos - you don't start after sh*t has hit the fan. You're there as the taps first go dry, as people turn postal, as neighbors turn into crowds turn into mobs. The Shustermans' writing brings it all to life in a a very gripping way; so convincing, actually, that I was taking regular breaks to go fill up a glass of water, consciously thirsty every time I read about a person's dry skin, or exhaustion, or empty canteen.
Where this lacked the depth was in the rushed conclusion to the plot, with the almost deus-ex-machina intervention. The first half of the book was five stars to me: anticipation slowly building, dread filling the pit of my stomach. But the latter half was a bit too conveniently resolved and lacking in the emotional depth I expected from these characters.
As a thirty year-old, I may not be this book's target audience, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. For teens it will hopefully hit home hard and educate folks on the real and growing danger we face.