I'm a survivor living in a post-apocalyptic world. I live deep in the ocean, and that's how we all survived the world's greatest catastrophe known to man. I'd often dreamt of a normal life, but sadly, that wasn't what fate had in store for me.
Where do I even begin? Let's start from the beginning, shall we? My name is Sky Hammons, and this is my story. It's actually quite like my name, because it is a tale of hope, faith, and new beginnings - like a bright, blue summer sky. Or at least that was what I'd wished for, back when I was naive and clueless enough to believe it. I really wish my journey could be summed up like that, and at first, it seemed like that might be the case. But then that bright sky darkened, and things fell apart. They say, "The truth will set you free," but I can't say I believe that - at least not anymore. I never would have imagined that life could be so cruel or that people could be so deranged outside of an Alfred Hitchcock script or some awful horror movie, but I learned one thing: Never, ever believe what you're told. I'd been hand-fed lies since birth from my so-called government, and like a mindless drone, I'd happily believed every fraudulent word of the garbage they were spewing. Maybe I just wanted that warm, fuzzy feeling; their lies comforted me and allowed me to sleep better at night.
When I got a little older and started to take a good, close look at the world around me, I began to challenge the world I lived in. I began to realize it wasn't all marshmallows and unicorns and Norman Rockwell paintings, and I started to ask questions. I'd always hoped for a bright future, but little did I know that absolute terror was lurking just around the corner. As I dug into the unknown, I was confronted by my worst nightmare.
My name is Sky, and this is my story.
Note: This series does have dark moments and is intended for mature audiences only.
©2014 Chrissy Peebles (P)2014 Chrissy Peebles
It wasn't a book, it was an advertisement, and read like a student project. Awful. I read several reviews that talked about how awesome this was, but I suspect friends and family.
Narration was the worst I have ever heard. Amateurish, mumbles, rushed, couldn't differentiate characters. I will never but anything with that narrator, and will likely not choose an ebook from that author if their choice of narrators gives me a hint as to their judgement.
It was so bad it actually irritated me.
I had to force myself to finish this book. The writing its sophomoric at best. She used just about every cliche available. She constantly used vernacular that would have faded after so many years in isolation. There were no idioms that would have naturally came about in a closed society. Then there is the narration. Oh my Lord, take the candy out of your mouth before you start narrating a story, Her cadence was horrible. It was like a bad Christopher Walken impersonation. Breaths on the wrong places and conversations not broken up, but ran together as if from one character. Inconsistent attempts to make different voices permeated this book. I have heard better line delivery at elementary school plays. I wouldn't recommend this to someone I disliked.
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