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A review by alongreader
The Last 8 by Laura Pohl
4.0
Action packed and full of twists, this is an alien invasion story with a difference. No plucky bands of fighters finding that one weakness and saving the world; the only people left here are teenagers. I'll admit to some confusion about their ages; they're all described as high teens, but most of them should have been born less than fifteen years prior to the story for certain other elements to work. It's not a huge issue but it did take me out of the story a little.
I saw a couple of twists coming, but not the rest of them. The information says this is the first of a series and I'll be looking forward to reading more adventures with this group. I think it could be a great one.
Receiving an ARC did not affect my review in any way.
I'm taken aback by his question, because it's not like Brooklyn's or the others'. He really wants to know.
"Raised by my grandparents. I've only seen my mom in pictures."
"That must suck."
"Not so much. It's not like I can miss her." You can't miss something you never had.
He looks at me. "Do you ever wonder if...?"
I know where his thought are going. I've wondered this myself a couple of times in the last six months. If my mother were alive, would I recognize her? I don't even know if she was alive before the aliens landed. She came home one day with a baby in her arms and left during the night. No one ever heard from her again.
"It doesn't matter. She's not really my mother, you know? If she's out there, she's only a stranger." I pause. I don't pity myself. I don't pity my mother either. "And if she'd dead, I mourn for her like I mourn for the rest of humanity."
"And how's that?"
"A little. And sometimes not at all."
He nods, turning his gaze back to the horizon. And we just let ourselves stay there in silence, until we are engulfed in darkness.
I saw a couple of twists coming, but not the rest of them. The information says this is the first of a series and I'll be looking forward to reading more adventures with this group. I think it could be a great one.
Receiving an ARC did not affect my review in any way.
I'm taken aback by his question, because it's not like Brooklyn's or the others'. He really wants to know.
"Raised by my grandparents. I've only seen my mom in pictures."
"That must suck."
"Not so much. It's not like I can miss her." You can't miss something you never had.
He looks at me. "Do you ever wonder if...?"
I know where his thought are going. I've wondered this myself a couple of times in the last six months. If my mother were alive, would I recognize her? I don't even know if she was alive before the aliens landed. She came home one day with a baby in her arms and left during the night. No one ever heard from her again.
"It doesn't matter. She's not really my mother, you know? If she's out there, she's only a stranger." I pause. I don't pity myself. I don't pity my mother either. "And if she'd dead, I mourn for her like I mourn for the rest of humanity."
"And how's that?"
"A little. And sometimes not at all."
He nods, turning his gaze back to the horizon. And we just let ourselves stay there in silence, until we are engulfed in darkness.