Author: Lindsay Cummings
Rating: 2 stars
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Synopsis: An action-packed, blood-soaked, futuristic debut thriller set in a world where the murder rate is higher than the birthrate. For fans of Moira Young’s Dust Lands series, La Femme Nikita, and the movie Hanna.
Meadow Woodson, a fifteen-year-old girl who has been trained by her father to fight, to kill, and to survive in any situation, lives with her family on a houseboat in Florida. The state is controlled by The Murder Complex, an organization that tracks the population with precision.
The plot starts to thicken when Meadow meets Zephyr James, who is—although he doesn’t know it—one of the MC’s programmed assassins. Is their meeting a coincidence? Destiny? Or part of a terrifying strategy? And will Zephyr keep Meadow from discovering the haunting truth about her family?
Action-packed, blood-soaked, and chilling, this is a dark and compelling debut novel by Lindsay Cummings.
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In response to the above synopsis...
You promised me bad ass. You promised me two broken kids on the run surviving from a tyrannical government who has them trapped in a game which they cannot win.
What did I get?
A forgettable male protagonist and a female protagonist who promised to be interesting until about 25% of the way through. A pathetic and confusing storyline, an uninteresting writing style that constantly had me skipping paragraphs, and then going back and reading them just in case--oh, wait, what happened?
Oh, and an absolutely appalling case of insta-love. *gags*
My synopsis: A young woman, Meadow, has been raised by her father to be merciless and do whatever it takes to survive. A young man, Zephyr, has spent his life picking up dead bodies with his best friend and dreaming of a 'moonlit girl.' (We'll get back to that little bit later) They meet, after spending they're entire lives prior to this point completely separate, multiple times on mere coincidence. One of the times he takes her out walking, where he introduces the new and adrenaline inducing activity of swinging, where they have a lovely conversation and then...he tries to kill her.
You said it, Dean.
Of course, after seventeen years of living the way Meadow has-in harsh conditions and struggling to survive, not to mention the training to kill in order to stay alive-she just can't bring herself to kill him. Because they shared some truly sensational and memorable moments beforehand.
From there, our delectable duo embarks on a wondrous journey of chance encounters and action packed close-calls that had nothing to do with the plot line. Wait, what was the plot again?
Let me think...a girl and a guy running from...the government? Pirates? To...? And what was that about her mom? And her siblings? What's a Murder Complex? Oh, it's mind control. But Zephyr a special Murder Complex baby, I see... Meadow's mom made them...wait, why? I thought she just made drugs? How did they get okay-ed if they sucked? Her mom's alive, and she's evil...and Meadow is the root of it all and that's why the freaking Murder Complex's baby would want to kill her, even though it's existence relies on her survival. Right.
And this desolate new world with random dead people and a tyrannical government rose up in...how many years? Twenty? I could be wrong...
This book was very confusing, and had numerous action scenes and little bits of information that had nothing to do with the rest of the book. There was one scene where they were in a graveyard and a whole bunch of scary people came out to scavenge at night like junk vampires or something. They never had another appearance or even a mention. The only thing they did was just take up pages and cause...what? Fear? Confusion? I don't even know.
The characters.
Meadow. Would've been a decent character had she not fallen apart every time she saw Zephyr, her mother, or anything else that was meant to tug on your heartstrings but ended up just annoying you. Wishy washy with her actions and thoughts, and way, way to many coincidental things happened around her.
Zephyr. He was more feminine than Meadow. His entire character reminded me of a girl on her period, only constantly that level of sad and so, so sweet. He was adorable and nice and completely and utterly forgettable. He was such a hardcore killer who lived a horrible life of shoveling bodies and had dreams of his freaking moonlit girl. His life revolved over this stupid dream he has of his moonlit girl. (Meadow, duh. We all know that.) He couldn't have dreamed of a metaphor, the way Juliette did in Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi. No, he actually had dreams about her, and when he saw her face in person, his life suddenly had a purpose. And then, of course, he tries to kill her. But not on purpose.
Shame he didn't succeed, really. That would have shortened the book considerably.
Meadow's family. Her brother was only there to show how much he sucked and how everyone should be jealous of Meadow's abilities and 'oh, all that wasted potential because you didn't kill him when you had the chance, even though your heart knows it was the right decision.' Her sister was leverage. Her dad would not be winning Dad of the Year, he constantly put his children in danger, despite 'loving them oh so much and he could never loose them.'
Peh.
Meadow's mother was annoying. She wasn't even a good bad guy, or a good good guy in the beginning. She was just annoying.
Wouldn't recommend it, it didn't do anything any other YA dystopian didn't already.
xxAvalon
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