My God this woman can write! As to what I have to back up this bold assertion, try the opening lines of her book:
“I was twelve years old when the world ended.
Not by any nuclear weapon, or asteroid strike, or series of natural disasters like so many doomsday soothsayers had prophesied. No, nothing so dramatic. In fact, it didn’t end with a bang at all. It ended with a whimper. A deceivingly harmless, crystalized mist had covered our world in a day, leaving total devastation in its wake. Maybe if we had known then what the mist had concealed, we would have taken more precaution. Maybe if we had any kind of advanced warning, more of us would have survived. Maybe.”
It’s hard to stand out from the heaps of apocalyptic sci-fi fare out there these days. I don’t know what that says about us as a people that such literature has become run of the mill. I can’t imagine anything good. Suffice to say you have to work extra hard to tease me to read one more of these things. If the author applied any effort to this end, she made it seem seamless by how easily I got lost in the story. Craft of writing was the least of it; craft alone will not sustain interest. The characters were painted so vividly, I either instantly loved them or hated them, but either way, they were suddenly a part of my life, as real as anyone actually living with me or whom I’ve known for years. The explosive tension in every scene was milked to the max, every emotional drop squeezed out. Most authors have cliff hangers at the end of their chapters; I felt like every line was a cliff-hanger for the next one. I may actually have to start reading more in this genre, or at least more by this author.
Sci-fi? Thriller? Horror? Each genre has very specific demands that have to be met, so to meet them all flawlessly is just about impossible, and yet the author did. In some ways, it was damn irritating reading this book. I ignored my exercise regimen, I ended up foregoing eating, I could feel my feet swelling because I was refusing to shift body position, consider perhaps sitting a while instead of standing at my computer (I was reading the book on the cloud). It’s not unfair to say I experienced some great discomfort reading this book having nothing to do with the story itself for inability to pull myself away; that’s something, for all the hyperbole, I can say about very few of even my favorite books. Maybe some of it wasn’t the author; it was just the amazement to find this genre could rise to this level.
More good news: The rest of the book lived up to the opening chapter. Often, writers, knowing full well that readers will decide whether or not to buy a book based on the free sample, will spend more time on their first few chapters than they will spend on anything else. And once you’ve dropped your dime, surprise, the rest of the book weighs in at 3 or 4 stars, not 5. I’ve been stung more than once that way. So I was delighted to find that for however long the author took to craft this book, she gave the same attention to detail to each part of the story.
Some of the more refreshing elements of this author’s take on the genre were the fact that in this world there is also compassion, love, and tenderness. The kind of things that give one the strength to push on but that are so often omitted from apocalyptic fare. When the captain pulls our heroine out of the clutches of seeing her family massacred before her, he’s the Ben Casey whose arms we all want to walk into after a tragedy, to store up their strength as if using them as a battery. The author has either truly suffered great tragedy herself or has researched the hell out of it. Because seeing what her heroine undergoes with abuse at home from the father, and the effects it has on her, how she endures the PTSD recovery symptoms after being subject to an alien attack—or perhaps the beast is just the result of some sick genetic cocktail cooked up in a human lab—you still don’t know at this point… you can’t fake this stuff. It was the emotional roller coaster our heroine goes through that lent horror and terror to the story but also authenticity to the writer’s voice.
The author’s deft handling of sexual material should make this book a hit with the new adult/college crowd and above. It’s not easy being both explicit and tasteful; I adore her style when it comes to handling this difficult subject matter. The group dynamics between the heroine and her fellow hunters who guard their compound against the beasts outside are punchy, vividly drawn, and a great source of additional conflict to the story beyond battling the alien creatures on the other side of the wall. We can’t always choose our friends, and so it turns out, we can’t always choose who we’re stuck in life and death survival games with. The group dynamics help to squeeze other surprising emotions out of this post-apocalyptic world, in both the characters and the reader, that lead to romance, dark humor, playfulness, even brief moments of true joy. The character arc between our heroine and her love interest starts off with no shortage of tension as he is able to express his love for her openly, but she’s too damaged emotionally to receive that love. It gives us something to look forward to in the rest of the story: will she or won’t she be able to mend herself enough to experience the full range of human emotions, or will this dead land continue to echo its lifelessness in the depths of her soul?
The world-building proceeds hand in hand with fast-paced action. We’re no sooner getting our bearings of the post-apocalyptic world our heroine and her cohorts have inherited than we find out one of the two surviving compounds within the city, the one at the St. Joseph hospital, is under attack. As if surviving day to day wasn’t rough enough, something is going on that’s managing to scare the most seasoned veteran, and the one with ice in his veins, which sends chills up our heroine’s back. And so it goes throughout the story, the author having a sixth sense for what should go where.
Even if you’re not a huge reader of this genre, you owe it to yourself to give this one a try.