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293 pages, Hardcover
First published March 1, 2016
"Even though what was happening was different, the feelings were almost the same. I had become a victim again."Kris's role as victim is, in fact, integral to her character. Rape makes an appearance in both her backstory and in the plot itself. Sure, the narration involves stock phrases such as "I took the memories and locked them away with the tears," but the whole thing felt viscerally wrong to me. I strenuously object to the common practice of using rape threats and "close calls" to increase suspense, or using sexual abuse to create hyperbolically tragic backstory for characters. The scenes were described with what felt to me like a distasteful relish, and Kris's reactions felt off. There was one scene in particular, where she is in a house with a man she finds attractive and leaves the bathroom door unlocked while she showers, and thinks ruefully,
"But it may as well have been locked. Miller didn't even stick his head in to make sure I had a towel. I wasn't sure if I should be disappointed or relieved."Not sure whether to be disappointed or relieved that the guy she's attracted to isn't a sick creeper who would watch her while she showers the blood off her injuries? Really? Maybe that reaction is due to her history of sexual abuse, but if so, it's never confronted in the novel.
“i was who i was, and there was no use in hiding it.”
People that worked or lived on Level 1, which used to be open air and grass and trees, had the sense to stay out of any water that managed to drip its way down there. Rumor had it the stuff could kill you in three days if it touched your skin. I used to live in that hellhole, so I knew different. I even got desperate enough to drink it once, when I ran away from home. I had peeled the moss off an old brick wall, hoping it would act like a filter, my hands shaking from hunger and thirst, and squeezed the lifesaving fluid from it. It must have worked; I’m still here. Maybe I just got lucky. It didn’t matter. I was never going back there.
“It’s just a short run, a pickup on Level 4 and a delivery on Level 2. You can take the paperwork home with you, honey, and drop it on my desk in the morning.”
I just stared at her. Having Dispatch let you take the paperwork home with you was like being plucked off the street and taught how to fly a shuttle to and from the Sat Cities. Shit like that didn’t happen . . .
“I’ve been waiting forever. What, did you decide to walk all the way here? And why did you take the wall? The aisles are way faster.”
Aww, hell. Why did he have to be an asshole as well as a freak? I took a deep breath and held my tongue for the second time in the last few minutes. There was no point in getting reported and having Dispatch even more upset with me. All this for a few extra bucks? I should have just gone home.
