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272 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 18, 2014
The man I shot was named Jason Earhart, dean of the math department. But then, he was only a body.I'm sorry, am I supposed to like you?. This is a book about the nature of good and evil, and it completely failed to convince me that any of the criminals within this book deserved a second chance at life. I am not pro-death penalty by any means. This book just failed to be convincing on the grounds of speculative fiction.
I am wicked because the moment Jason died, the only thing I felt was relief.
I murdered an innocent man in cold blood.
Fifteen years ago, government scientists manufactured an accurate test for morality—an obstacle course, where the simulations within proved whether a candidate was good or evil. It was named a Compass Room.Evalyn is a mass murderer.
The footage of my crime rolls. Crying families outside Roosevelt College. Students and professors wailing, screaming. FBI, police, bomb squad.She is one of eight who has killed 56 people at her college. She got caught, and now she is most likely going to die.
All storming the school to catch one of the shooters who initiated fifty-six deaths.
All storming the school to catch me.
After the law passed, engineers updated the Rooms to kill the wicked. They became the most accurate form of the death penalty ever created.It's not entirely clear how the Compass Room ("CR") works, but Evalyn is one of 10 criminals, all of them murderers, who will enter the CR to be tried. 10 will go in, statistics say that an average of 2.5 will make it out. The guys, girls, all in their teens through their 20s, are all multiple murderers. They are hoping for a chance to prove that their minds are good, that they deserve to live.
She creeps to me, shoulders erect. Her head hangs at an angle, stringy blonde hair falling limply around her shoulders, eyes sunken in their sockets.And the tests can be deadly. There is no trial by jury here. One wrong motion means death.
“Shh.” She reaches out, like she’s going to place a finger to my lips. I shut my eyes, waiting for her touch.
“Don’t tell him I’m here. I want it to be a surprise.”
Clasping her hands on either side of his head, she twists, elbows swinging as she snaps his neck in half.Except when it doesn't. Because it seems that the morality in this book is pretty relative.
Casey hacks and hacks, blood splattering across his face and clothes as he rips the knife away. He doesn’t stop, not when his dad has to be dead—again—his back nothing more than ripped denim and mangled pockets of swelling blood.Aaaand that's pretty much it. They find food. They fall in love. They survive. They make friends. They're all criminals, some of whom are intrinsically good inside? Whatever. I don't care.
My breath rattles through the air. Nothing happens.
Fifteen years ago, government scientists manufactured an accurate test for morality—an obstacle course, where the simulations within proved whether a candidate was good or evil. It was named a Compass Room.Look, I don't give a flying fuck if your DNA is made up of flowers petals and a sprinkling of unicorn dust. If you raped my sister, if you killed my family. If you tortured and killed numerous people, I want you to rot in prison. I don't give a fuck if you're internally good if you've killed someone, intentionally or not. That's why we have a multi-layered justice system. You get tried by a jury of your peers, depending on the severity of your crime.
“I bet you’re enjoying this, dying just like her. Like you think you’re some fucking martyr,” he spits.Evalyn is a oh boo fucking hoo poor poor me type of girl. She is a mass murderer. Throughout the book, we know that she's a killer, but we just don't know how.
I was the one who kept proving myself to be a killer over and over in the Compass Room.And she's another reason why the Compass Room is so unconvincing.
“Of course you wanted to kill him. We all did.”So why is she still alive?! Clearly, the Compass Room has failed -.-
The Compass Room is pregnant with sin. Not the ghost of our crimes, but real, pungent sin.And is just plain bad in some parts.
He doesn’t look at peace, more like a baby. A frightened baby.The romance is stupid, but it doesn't bother me, despite the fact that this is a New Adult and the love interest is an honest-to-goodness killer. The flashbacks are completely useless, and serves only to frustrate me, because they contribute so little to the plot besides telling us about Evalyn's perfect life in college, with her wonderful (and completely forgotten) ex-bf Liam "Last Year."
It’s hard to gauge the insanity levels of others when you’re so screwed up yourself.

My body is a furnace. The flames have all but eaten my shell. There’s nothing left of me to feel.



CRs are designed to terminate the morally corrupt. Think of them as the ultimate lie-detector test.The story is told in Evalyn's point of view with flashbacks to her past. As the game progresses, what is real and what is illusion seems to merge together. Thing happen that trigger a "test." As each character is "tested," the character fights for their life. This part of the book is intense, leaving the reader at the edge of their seat.
“We die if we’re supposed to die, right?”
“..this place is patiently waiting to peel back the layers of your skin and claw out your insides.”

Check out Sarah's Interview & Guest Post on how LOST inspired this novel HERE!
"The only thing I do know about the Compass Room is that this test is supposed to see who you truly are, despite your research. Despite good acting or the lies you tell yourself."
"Even they they committed crimes, I am the queen of darkness. They have nothing to worry about. If I'm really evil, the CR will make sure that by day two, my heart isn't beating."
"Casey needs order and control and for things to exist only with meaning. He is the antithesis of chaos. He is the opposite of everything that destroyed my life."

"I think that all of us - every criminal put in the Compass Room - confronts their guilt. The very last moment they could have reversed their actions? Could have said no to inflicting pain"
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"Then they have the choice of being a villain, or a coward, or a hero."
"I'm not leaving you until I'm dead," I say, and I mean it.
"Please," he begs.
"You aren't dying before me. I won't let it happen."