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320 pages, Hardcover
First published September 13, 2016
"People might say to you kids that your generation is spoiled. Entitled. Too wrapped up in yourselves. … But this thing,” Mr. Goodrich says. “I mean, what is this? Nobody can tell me that you kids aren’t fighting a war all your own. Jesus Christ, nobody can tell me that.”
We all want attention. Every single one of us. We’re all starved for it, and anyone who says they’re not is a liar. The root of all evil? I don’t think it’s money, like the saying goes. I think maybe the actual root of all evil is the constant need for attention on the part of every single human being on the planet, myself included. We are all just bottomless pits of need.
Be the most awesome you can awesomely be. Don’t settle for anything less. It’s a huge lot of pressure, the constant expectation of awesomeness. What if you don’t feel awesome? What if awesome is the opposite of the way you feel? How about this, assholes: be kind.
Shame. It weighs more than sorrow, and much more than regret. Delaware can’t even say what it looks like, because that’s the thing with shame: After a while you might dare to open your eyes, thinking maybe you’ve managed to forget about it this time, just for a second — but no. There it is. Always there. It might once have been attached to whatever it was you said (or didn’t say), whatever it was you did (or failed to do), but it is now its own dark creature, separate from and larger than the thing that gave it life. It keens its high, silver scream in your ears, the sound of echoing mirrors. It feeds and hungers and preens, and it will not go away.
What matters is the love, and love is always good. It’s a start, a tether. It’s enough.
We think we want and need so many things in this life, but this, I realize, is the key: just, every once in a while, to feel new again.
God, the world is so huge. This is all anybody needs to keep on going, I think: a daily reminder of just how huge the world is, and how small we are—how small our problems are—in comparison. Don’t laugh at me, either. Don’t laugh. This is not me talking some sort of manufactured inspirational nonsense. This is me trying hard to tell the truth about something, and the truth is that I couldn’t not be in love with the world if I tried. And I’ve tried, too — I’ve tried to feel sorry for myself, I’ve tried to affect a brood. I can’t do it, though. It’s like I’m physically incapable. Sooner or later I always get bowled over by what appears to be my genuine affection for the world. It’s like I can’t help it, and it doesn’t even take much. Like a song’ll come on the radio, some song I haven’t heard in a while or whatever, and, bam, there I am, taken by surprise, right back in love with my life. Music does this to me all the time. Music, and that part of the day just before the sun disappears, and cherry Twizzlers, and most of all freedom. Any kind of freedom at all.
“Nothing will ever be the same. There’s before and there is after and I just want it to go away.”



Ah, Sarah Combs, did you really have to write a book like this?!
That was me after I finished the book. I HAD to cool down because the book was as fantastic as its name!
The Light Fantastic is written from the perspective of seven narrators:
Ah, I must say. I loved each one of these characters. The author has taken her time to develop each one of these characters. One by one as we hear their sides, all the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle starts fitting in and finishes into a beautiful story with an amazing theme.
The novel focuses on why so many teenagers are involved in violence, why they pick up guns and do what is going on nowadays. What drives them to do it, what entities can make them stop.It was a beautiful book and I don't even know where to start from when talking about it.
Here's the plot:
The Mastermind is the leader and he has selected a person from each place who shares his hate and angst and has a come up with a Plan that would destroy all. They call themselves 'The Assassins'. They are all teens who have been blinded by their age, fears and their hate for themselves and do not know where to channelize it.
“One Nation, Under the Assassins, Indivisible, with Revenge and Punishment for All.”
Initially, the story seems like a complete mess. It is really disjoint and incoherent. But if you're able to get through it, you'll find how amazing the story it.
Every character was so well developed, and every event in this book so well connected.
April was born on April 19 1995 in Delaware, the day the Oklahoma City bombing took place. She survived despite her poor health condition at the time of birth, and hence the name 'April Hope'.
April has a really good memory (understatement of the year) and in the story keeps recollecting this one instance when her former neighbourhood friend, Licoln Evans kissed her on her eyelids when they were children. And that he gave her his quarter collection.
April is smart, funny and I loved her.
Lincoln Evans has moved from Delaware to Nebraska and is schooling there according to the story. In Lincoln's Honors English class is this girl called Laura Echols. He is completely besotted by her and yearns to learn her secrets and help her out.
He is sweet, intelligent and helps Laura battle her inner demons.
Gavin was a little irritating. I didn't even understand why he was one of the narrators. With his stupid hashtags, I didn't like him. But of course, in the end, I realized why Sarah Combs had to tell the story from his perspective too. Brilliant work. She could've toned down a bit on the hashtags though.
Sandra Heslip is Lincoln's English teacher and I must say, she was as cool as my English teacher. I literally have no words to describe how much I loved her.
“ Let's say he had to stop at a read light and in the adjacent car there's a tiny baby asleep in a car seat in the back. Let's say there's a Christmas garlans encircling the lampposts, wreaths on windows and doors, the most wonderful goddamn time of the year, not that it ever will be again.(...)I can think right now of any number of different things that the Lost Boy might have encountered on that twelve-minute drive that could have made him stop. Turn around. Change his mind. Change the horrible way the story ends and start new. ”
The Mastermind is a genius. He is intelligent and really skilled. He is the one who formulates the Plan and puts together 'The Assassins'. The Mastermind's original name is not revealed until the end.
He redeems himself thanks to his friend, Wendy.
Phoebe was a soccer player and sister to Angela. All is well in her life until she meets this guy called Dylan Fisher online. Thanks to him, her life turns upside down and she gets sucked into the Plan.
In the end, Phoebe gets back on track with the help of her sister who makes her realize that there is so much in life to continue living, that there is so much love left in this world.
This is what the story is about: How would it be if everybody with bloodthirst out there discover something that makes them feel that life is worth living?
Pallav or Pal, is an Indian. He is the perfect student - good scores, spelling whiz and extremely well mannered.
I cannot talk much about Pal without dropping spoilers. Suffice to say that he never got a chance to redeem himself in the book.
It was overall a very interesting book and with a really moving plot.
*ARC provided by publisher via Netgalley in exchange for an honest review*
"Real isn't how you are made. It's a thing that happens to you."