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288 pages, Hardcover
First published April 1, 2013
It confused Kean. He had felt protective about Essa, and now she had the respect of a kind he had always wished for himself. For there was no doubt she was a Waterboy. She had the gift. Hawkerman had set her a series of tests, letting her guide the team when water began to run short, and she led them to it every time, often across great distances. They were all empowered by the talent she had; with water no longer a problem, they were truly a great team, invulnerable.
She asked herself why and how, and she found no answers. It was an affinity she had with an essential element, and that was all you could say about it.
That was all it took—someone else to make the first move. He began telling her about the skis, and how after his headlong dash in the attack wagon, he had seen a way of making a fast start on a trek over the Big White. Then of course he had to tell her of the others who had tried to get out of the valley over the many years, and how no one knew for sure if anyone had been successful—except maybe that man who’d ridden the bizarre animal . . . and . . . and there was no way he could avoid speaking of the essential condition for attempting such a journey: you had to have a Waterboy.
The rest of the team had gone back to the trailer. They were alone out here.
"You thought—what? I’d come with you?”
“I thought . . . I thought I could ask you.”
“And are you asking me?”
“Yes. I am.”
“But you haven’t.”
“I did—just now.”
“I could die, most like, if I do what you want me to—and you can’t even say, ‘Will you please come with me across the Big White?’”
“‘Please’?”
“Certainly ‘please.’ You’d have to say please.”
It was absurd. He couldn’t do it.
She said, “I’m cold out here. Just say it.”
Well, put that way . . . They couldn’t stay out here forever, and she did look like she was getting very cold.
“Yes . . . um . . . Essa. Would you—please—come with me and go across the Big White? If we can, that is.”
“Yes,” she said.
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I wish I could say that Wanderer added something new to the dystopian YA genre; but I have to admit that I felt that I had read variations of this story several times now. Sheltered but rebellious girl in safe utopian society meets rough and tumble dystopian apocalypse survivor and they fight corruption inside and out. I could create a list of novels that meet that criteria in the last five years alone (e.g., Under the Never Sky series by Veronica Rossi and the Dust Chronicles by Maureen McGowan). Even the name and the cover are bland and generic.