Review: Dry by Neal Shusterman and Jarrod Shusterman

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Dry by Neal Shusterman and Jarrod Shusterman is the kind of apocalyptic tale that will leave your throat dry and heart beating fast. Because it’s literally about what would happen if there was NO water. And I can’t even say how very terrifying that is and how I genuinely felt so thirsty reading this book I drank about a hundred gallons of water. (Bonus points to the authors for encouraging us to stay hydrated.)

Welcome to a world in the not-so-distant future where suddenly the taps stop working. People get worried but this quickly turns to panic, because there’s no way to survive without water. The world is in severe drought and how far would you go and what would you do to get the water you need to so survive? The story starts out on a simple suburban street where Alyssa and her little brother Garret are facing the water crisis, while their neighbours are super Preppers for this kind of thing and have a fortress style kingdom with provisions intact. The neighbours teen son, Kelton, definitely has a crush on Alyssa though, and they team up when the world starts spinning down a dark path. As their parents go missing and they struggle to survive, the end up on a roadtrip and looped in with Jacqui (who’s totally terrifying and carrying a gun) and Henry (who is very snaky and will con everyone out of their wallets) and the five have to get to a safe place and get water…before it’s too late.

I was particularly excited for this book because I adore Neal Shusterman, and knowing he collabed with his son made the book even more special. Their styles worked seamlessly together, although we get the good trademarked Neal plot of: stressful circumstances and terrifying finales.

Trust me, this book is STRESSFUL. I think what makes it even more vivid is the fact that it starts off in a normal ol’ neighbourhood. You could imagine this happening to your street. And the world so quickly dissolves into chaos in the face of having no water. You can only go 3 days without it, after all, and what do you do when there’s literally none to be had? Weapons come out. Friendships are lost. New bonds are forged.

The plot takes us on a whirlwind roadtrip too, as the teens try to reach Kelton’s family’s safehouse. Which, unfortunately, is no amble down the road. So you know they’re in for a rough time! I loved how the plot never lagged and gave us a ton of new situations and interesting people to meet along the way — all dogged by the ticking time-bomb of get water get water get water.

The amount of characters narrating took me by surprise at first, but I appreciate how this showed the entire scope of how the country was suffering. There’s lots of excerpts from strangers while the main chapters are mostly split between Kelton and Alyssa, but gradually adding in Jacqui and Henry.

Alyssa was a really honest and brave sort of person, very dedicated to keeping her little brother safe, but also keen to keep things fair and help others. Kelton was such a dork and doing his best to have some real friends for the first time. His family is obsessed with the apocalypse so he’s kind of the Survival Guy and saves their lives time and again with his knowledge. Jacqui is terrifying, aka the best thing ever, because she yells at things and has a gun and has been living on her own well before this tragedy started. Henry is who they pick up towards the end, and he’s a sly snake who is using the crisis as a way to gain money. His introduction to the group made everything so fraught with tension that it was epic to read!

I definitely recommend DRY if you want to (a) be really really thirsty while you read, and (b) read a knuckle-whitening social commentary on climate change and humans turning into monsters. It is actually super stressful! (In the best way!) And totally captivating!

Review: Riders by Veronica Rossi

Riders by Veronica Rossi is truly a stupendous read! I was very excited to try this because it has a huge conglomeration of things that I love to read about, including (A) the apocalypse, and (B) Biblical mythology retelling. You know the four horseman of the apocalypse as told about in Revelation? Well here they are! But they’re teenagers and they’ve all “died” and come back and now they’re here to fight demons. Unless they kill each other first or, well, get killed first. Life as a horseman is not easy, let me tell you.

9780765382542The story starts off following Gideon, who is a fiercely angry little firecracker who joined the army as soon as he was out of highschool. But an accident leaves him “dead” for several minutes, and when he comes back he has a strange metal cuff on. His injuries heal super fast and he meets a girl called Daryn, who’s here to unite the 4 horseman for a mysterious quest that she can’t yet disclose. Because demons are out to reader minds and smash heads, so, let’s all be cautious, shall we? It turns out Gideon is the embodiment of War, and now they need to connect Famine, Conquest, and Death.

This is probably my favourite end times novel since I read Good Omens! It’s like the TV show, Supernatural, in YA book form. And if that doesn’t excite your little heart, what will? Oh wait. Let’s throw in some: fighting, military, sass, an evil dragon, fiery horses, and incredibly tall stacks of pancakes.

And while it was the premise that won me over, it kept me hooked with the glorious writing. It’s narrated in 1st person by Gideon Blake, and his a true Sass Master. He has the best internal monologue and his dialogue was equal parts realistic and funny. The whole book felt like a conversation and was so easy to get lost in.

Obviously, I loved Gideon. But I felt all the characters were downright epic. I just wish we’d gotten to know them a bit better, because I felt we didn’t have enough time with the last two Horseman (Conquest and Death) as they were found because the book was keying up for the climax.

But a quick rundown of the characters!

  • GIDEON: He’s war, and an army dude, and has such anger issues, but is also kind of charming.
  • SEBASTIAN: He’s Famine, Latino, and an actor and super sweet and nice and basically the best of them all. He can make people really hungry for stuff, being Famine and all.
  • MARCUS: He’s Death. I wanted to love Death, but we really didn’t get to know him very well. He’s African American and very angry and withdrawn and he and Gideon just punch each other all the time for no reason. I still can’t figure that out.
  • JODE: He’s Conquest and British and super rich and has literally no other personality because he only appears about 70% through the book and then we go into battle mode. He seems nice?
  • DARYN: She’s the “Seeker” who puts all the horsemen together to go on this Grand Mission. As a character, I liked her toughness and capability! She also adores pancakes and I can get behind this.

The plot is mostly just a journey to find everyone. So it’s like 80% “where are you, mate” and 20% “let’s fight demons, mate”. I actually really enjoyed the finding part, and found the battles slightly confusing in their whirlwind of activity. Also the travel across the world, so yay for stopovers in Italy and Norway!

Riders was an action-packed pocket of firey fun. It was non-stop sass, adventure, mythology, and fighting. The story was easy to get sucked in to and I loved the apocalypse elements. Not to mention the epic magical weapons and equally epic magical horses. The sequel can’t come out fast enough!

 

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A Glorious List of YA Apocalypse Books

I have a deep love for all books about the end of the world and the apocalypse. It’s exciting! I love the speculation of what could happen. Because zombies could totally happen. Or angels. Or destruction by walking trees. WHO KNOWS.

Today I have a list of Young Adult books about the apocalypse and the end of the world. Some are entertainingly far-fetched but others could totally happen. I love books like these because they make you think and speculate and be grateful for that survivalist horde of peanut butter hidden in your pantry.

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THE AGE OF MIRACLES [PURCHASE]9781471124853

While I didn’t find this the most fast paced book of ever, it really intrigued me because it could totally happen. It’s more about the psychology of human reactions during the End of the World. The earth is slowing down, days and nights are all messed up, and people are getting sick. Oh, and it’s a coming-of-age story about Julia becoming a teen. She has a crush. The world is ending. Her mother is hoarding peanut butter (not a bad plan). People are dying. It felt so realistic.

 

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NOT A DROP TO DRINK [PURCHASE]

This is probably my all-time favourite apocalypse story! It focuses on “what if water was precious?” which is an excellent point because humans just don’t do well without water. It’s about Lynne, who has a pond, which is like gold, and she has to protect it or lose it. I adored the blunt, crisp writing style too, and Lynne was tough as anything.

 

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THE SKY SO HEAVY [PURCHASE]

This is an excellent Australian end of the world story and, like The Age of Miracles, it’s so realistic! I could totally imagine things going down like this if nuclear warfare started. It’s really gritty and oh it’ll pull at your heart strings. Also it’s about two brothers trying to find their parents and survive and stick together. I’m such a sucker for sibling stories so this is an insta-win for me.

 

9780062201812THE END GAMES [PURCHASE]

But we totally need a moment for zombies…oh don’t look at me like that. It could totally happen! And how better to speculate than to read a zombified book about a teen pretending the entire apocalypse is just a computer game — to get his little brother through it without panicking. (See?! I told you I love sibling stories!) It has a computer game vibe and it’s very emotional and the characters are so intensely amazing.

 

9780761463276ANGELFALL [PURCHASE]

Angels and demons ruling the earth is also totally plausible. (Do not doubt this.) I particularly love this trilogy because it’s really dark and gritty and doesn’t shy away from how the depraved the world could become with no rules. It features a meltable romance between a tough, sensible protagonist (Penryn) and a wingless angel (Raffe) and it’s full of snark and sass.

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TOMORROW WHEN THE WAR BEGAN [PURCHASE]

And of course I need to finish up with this iconic apocalypse novel set in rural Australia. It’s about a group of teens who go camping in the bush…only to come home and find their hometown has been taken over by foreign soldiers. It’s about guerrilla warfare and how war changes you.

 

The (Brisbane) Flood

Flood_1I’m back in my apartment and online after—to use the most overused term in Brisbane these days—surreal turn of events: the 2011 Brisbane flood, which kicked off on 11/1/11 and blurred the next week or so’s worth of sleepless, stressful days.

My much-loved apartment was in one of the suburbs that was in the firing line—indeed, my near-water street was named straight up as one from which you needed to move yourself and your stuff—and I’ve struggled to comprehend and explain just what transpired a week ago. I’ve included below an excerpt of a blog I wrote to try to process it (it should give you some indication of the experience if you didn’t happen to be in Brisbane at that time) and, at the end, the book I think that most closely relates to the experience.

The Apartment Background

My brother recently moved into the investment property we’ve part owned for about six years and, after a year of discussing options (because it’s a truth universally acknowledged that no brother and sister can seriously share a place without the sister wanting to kill the brother), it was decided that he’d buy me out and I’d go find a one-bedroom apartment on my own.

We were tossing up between two apartments: one at Wooloowin and one at Windsor and I opted for the Windsor unit. It’s in a beautiful house that was built in the 1930s, that has frescoed (if that’s a word) ceilings, and that was divided into six apartments. It also happens to be on the very edge of and up the hill from—and on principle I feel the need to stress ‘on the very edge of’ and ‘up the hill from’—a flood plain.

The building was affected by the benchmark 1974 flood, but we researched the property and reasoned that:

  • Wivenhoe had been built so that the ‘74 floods would never ever happen again
  • half of Brisbane was inundated in ‘74 so my property wasn’t overly more prone than many others
  • they’d done work around the Clem so the tunnel wouldn’t flood, ergo Windsor wouldn’t flood
  • the building is something like four blocks and a community farm away from the creek that runs directly off the Brisbane River (I mean, compost and straw can be counted on to hold back water)
  • my apartment is up high on the top floor
  • it was a one-off apartment and I really, really loved it. Did I mention it has frescos?

So, my two now infamous remarks, issued as I got on a plane to South America in September, were:

  1. For me to be in trouble, half of Brisbane has to be in trouble.
  2. How often does it rain in Queensland anyway?

I know. It’s hilarious in a blackly comic kind of way.

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The Flood

The stormwater drains out the front of my place went before the creek/river did, which was more than a little freaky. I met the local and non-local, sightseeing crackpots who espoused their flood theories. I spent a lot of time wandering the neighbourhood in my pyjamas. I spent many, many hours outside watching the water creep up on my place, and I got sunburnt, because I’d forgotten that the sun ever shone in Queensland, and because who thinks to grab sunscreen when you’re stuffing things into a bag to escape rising flood waters that are predicted to be of biblical proportions?

I realised that floods mean a shortage of food for possums, although power shortages result in a boon of emptied fridges. I was raided by the friendly neighbourhood possum at 2am on the Wednesday and he was not only not afraid of me, he looked me in the eye as he ferreted through my bin, ate all of the organic strawberries (whoever said possums don’t have good taste?) and bread crusts (I know, I know, but I’ve recently decided that I’m no longer five and if I don’t like crusts, I’m not going to eat them). He then did a lap of my apartment and called my wussy bluff by half-heartedly running towards me when I shook an empty Diet Coke bottle at him and told him he really needed to leave.

I learned that harsh reality that even if your apartment is on the top floor, you’re (almost) as screwed as if you’re on the ground if the ground floor goes under. I realised that the idea to fill my cupboards with books and not food was good only when there wasn’t a flood that may leave me stranded. I learned equally that people are stupid at the mere suggestion of an impending natural disaster. Sure, I may not understand because I drink soy, but what is it with bread and milk, people? And why would you buy perishables that, as the name suggests, don’t last long and last even less time when you don’t have power?

We had to talk down a rubbernecking idiot in a 4WD who was going to joyride through the water immediately out the front of our place. His efforts would have pushed the water over the doorsteps and into the apartments it was lapping and would have quite possibly seen someone pull him from his vehicle to punch him. There were reports of attempted looters who were busted a street away, although I should say that that report came from the close-talking crazy chick who smelled strongly of alcohol and who kept touching me. She may have harassed people who were legitimately checking out their property.

Flood_3I moved more than a million sandbags, as I helped sandbag and then un-sandbag the entire building (I now expect compliments on my guns and shoulders of steel). I learned that ants will crawl up your legs as they search desperately for higher ground and that if you don’t encourage them to move to other higher ground quickly, they will end up in your underpants.

I waded through murky brown, potentially sewage-infested water and didn’t freak out, especially not during the pitch blackness of the 4am peak when my father was a way ahead of me with the torch, everyone was on edge, and that screaming about the something suspiciously resembling the feeling and shape of a snake wrapped around my submerged leg would have seen all hell break loose.

I was horrified and outraged that not everyone looked after their pets during the flood, but I was also heartened that people rushed in to help foster the animals at the flood-swamped RSPCA. I can now confirm that trying to rid your place of sludge is like pushing sh*t uphill. Literally and figuratively. I also found that time expanded and contracted in ways I’ll never be able to articulate, much less understand.

I wondered what to say to neighbours that you know know that you do nudie runs between your bedroom and your bathroom. I did my best what-you-talkin’-about-Willis? face when someone suggested putting a sandbag in my toilet to prevent what I had previously never even known was possible: sewage backflow.

I found that you shouldn’t look at photos of your street from the ’74 flood. Or listen to the stories of the locals who experienced it and who are only too happy to show and tell you how your place went—and will go—under. After days of soggy, wrinkled feet, a phone that didn’t work, and mail servers that had crashed or been taken offline, I realised that I should own a pair of gumboots and a wind-up radio. And that I should buy shares in companies that make them. If I were smart, I’d be going out now to stock up on deodoriser things to mask the rancid sludge smell. And carrier pigeons. A flock of carrier pigeons.

I learned that every millimetre counts, with the difference between euphoria and disaster (we got lucky with the water lapping the doorways but for the most part not spilling over). I found that the most random things end up in your yard once the water subsides. Say, for example, a log and a vegetable peeler. I also wondered why they (they being the people who design and build things, as opposed to the people like me who write about them) would put electricity, hot water, and gas fitting thingys down low.

I’m relieved that the water didn’t go as high as they’d predicted, because I’d have truly been in trouble. But I also feel a little embarrassed that it didn’t go higher and we weren’t as affected as we could or should have been—the relatively minimal damage to my apartment block is inversely proportional to the outpouring of care and concern everyone’s shown. I quickly realised that although I mastered the art of sandbagging, I have yet to master the art of shovelling. I am grateful that while my parents did note that Wooloowin wasn’t flood affected, they didn’t say ‘We told you so.’

I came to realise that there’s no such thing as too much flood footage, particularly when you’re watching things you’ve spent a lot of time on or in float down the river. I was reminded that it’s ok to cry in public and that you’ll do it over things like tug boats saving the day. I was reminded that we all—me included—have too much stuff. I’m disturbed that the money being generously donated will go back into buying more stuff neither we nor the environment need. I felt (and feel) guilty that we’re getting so much attention while the disaster in Brazil is much worse and much less cared about. And I worry that this warm-and-fuzzy feeling won’t last and everyone will be back to mass and mindless consumption and road rage before we’ve cleaned up the last street. As a side note, the property my brother now solely owns is high, dry, and in perfect, un-flooded health.

Flood_4I noticed that despite owning the vehicle of choice for war-ravaged terrain or its equivalent, not a single Hummer driver was out using their vehicle in the clean up. I was also puzzled and saddened that finger pointing and calls for enquiries have already started, as if we can completely control mother nature and it’s someone’s fault that we had so much rain and that they should have known to release water from Wivenhoe sooner. Indeed, we seem to have collective selective memories. We criticised them for releasing water just a few weeks ago.

But on a happier note, I discovered that one of the best text messages you can ever receive is that someone’s place is high, dry, still has power, and that you’re welcome to come over to recharge your phone or yourself. I was reminded that there’s humour to be found in even the darkest moments, with my neighbours engaging in some sandbag-placement bets as to where the high point would be. And I discovered that it’s possible to basically not sleep for four or five days. Then you’ll be struck by a post-stress, post-adrenalin fatigue that’s so sudden and so overwhelming it borders on narcolepsy.

I now know what the apocalypse, should it happen, will be like. That The Road and whatever that Will Smith movie is are pretty much spot on (who thought Will Smith would ever be in a realistic-ish film?). I found that ‘surreal’ became the most overused expression to describe the experience, but that it was also the most apt. I found that everyone will prairie dog it, pausing, head high, to sniff the smell of cooking toast in the air when you’ve been without power for days. I also found that there are few things as blissful as having a hot shower and then dry, clean feet.

I learned that, however clichéd it may sound, friends and family and friends who are like family are pretty goddamn awesome. I’ve been overwhelmed by how many people have contacted me and offered support from all around the world and all around Australia and all around Brisbane. It’s been incredible and humbling and I can’t thank everyone enough. Especially not without breaking down into choked up sobs and awkward hugs.

And if I had to recommend a book to read that would go part way to explaining what transpired here (that is, a book that’s already been published as opposed to be the flood-inspired books that will emerge in coming months and years) it would be Dave EggersZeitoun. It’s a brilliant work of non-fiction that captures the aftermath of a man who stayed behind in New Orleans to protect his business and help during Hurricane Katrina. I’ve blogged about it here before and won’t go into details for this reason and because this blog is already enormously long. We didn’t experience anything quite so drastic in terms of law-enforcement reactions (I won’t say anything more for fear of ruining the story), but the rest of the story holds true. I highly recommend Zeitoun and will keep you posted about any works that come out of this flood experience.