If you loved the first book so much and are happy with the formula that was established and you never want it to change, this is the book for you.
It's second in the series, but a long winded senseless recap of book one. So if you miss Georgia and Buffy, don't worry they will never be far from the narrative.I finished the book but by the time I got to the second half I was able to skip chapters seemingly without skipping a beat in the narrative. They kept repeating what had happened anyway, perhaps Grant was trying to prove their frantic actions had some kind of point.
Yes, but I felt he was, for the most part, reading it in the cadence that the author would want. Shaun is an obnoxious selfish bore; and it's his book, so perhaps it couldn't be helped.
Georgia's brother, Shaun. lol.
I hate it (especially) when a female author celebrates bullying and outright physical humiliation of a lone female character (Kelly) who enters the established group, while trying to depict it as part of the "coolness" of Shaun and the other characters. I don't think the author realizes she's written a book about a group of jerks. The fear that character must have been experiencing is all I took from that scene. And the moment was prolonged beyond any the faux 'necessity' that was claimed. It was really kind of gross and inexcusable.
What a fantastic premise for a post-apocalyptic zombie novel. I gave it an extra star for that alone. It started out strongly; but unfortunately, the awesomeness of it was virtually lost in it's execution. This is a YA novel about Rachael, a 19 year old college student whose emotional development was arrested sometime during her sophomore year in high school (my guess). It turned out that there was not much going on in Rachel's head and she had the emotional tunnel vision of a child. Her decision making process was frustrating and nonsensical. Who walks into a post-apocalyptic Target for one item and leaves with one item? Rachel with one flashlight and the batteries she put in it. And the world was over, I mean apocalypse over.
No, I love a good post-apocalyptic and/or Zombie story! I prefer great, but I'll read a 'just good' one and enjoy it. There is a whole lot of dreck published in this hugely popular genre. I sift through a lot before I settle on one I'll think I'll like. This one was so well reviewed, I took a chance and missed.
Screechy, dog-whistle, headache (no joke). There was another 19 year old character whose voice was described as high-pitched in the narration, and Ms. Kaufman delivered. I thought I was listening to anime. Bonnie, a nurse in her late 40's with no backstory, spoke in a 'Mom' voice that I imagine is from 1950's, even with a sing-song cadence of 'Radio Days'. Nobody speaks like that, I wish they'd retire the whole matronly cliche voice for anyone who is either a mom at any age or is a woman over 40.
Annoyed at times and on the whole: Disappointment.
It's value neutral, no time lost and a little bit of a gain.
Sand doesn't stand up to Howie's first series of books (Wool, Shift, Dust). The world building and character development are lacking compared to the riveting Silo world of Wool, which was enjoyable and addictive. You cared about the characters in Wool even if the lines between good folks and bad eggs were a bit simplistic. In this book, more of the same of that but without the same general development and attention to detail. The people and the world of Sand just exist (despite all the action) and are not as compelling.
Slight spoiler as example:
The glaring treatment of Mom as Dystopian prostitute is just hammered home (no pun intended) every time the character was in the scene or beyond. Her children, near and far, do not have an interaction with a friend or stranger without their mom's (survive or perish) profession being thrown in their face as a slut-shaming joke. I mean it, every time. It's lazy, clumsy, and somewhat awkward until it becomes distractingly annoying.
While I've never found Howey to be sophisticated in his handling of adult relationships or sex in general, I thought he was better than this.
She did a great job. Howey writes straightforwardly and without flourish (or variety) and Chilton bought the story to life and made it what I think would be a better listen than read. I did listen at 1.25 narration speed but it was not due to the narrator (it worked well at both speeds) but the writing.
I kept thinking of Kevin Costner in Postman and Water World even though the only middle-aged man who is a 'would be' a main character is but a distant memory to the family in Sand. This not a good sign. I'd much rather see Wool as a mini-series!
I'm on the fence about the rest of series, even though the story picked up at the end with some of the most thoughtful writing and the only real moments of intrigue in the book. Like the best of Howey's characters though, I do have hope...
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