THANK GOODNESS I READ THIS!So happy to find out Todd does awaken!!I'm not usually much of a fan of these short stories but I enjoyed this one! I liked seeing things from Lee's point of view, after the whole war thing. It was really cool!I'm quite sad the series is over.. I don't really quite know...
Eine interessante Kurzgeschichte, die ich an einem Stück gelesen habe. Ich denke das die Geschehnisse, die in dieser Geschichte spielen, noch eine größere Bedeutung für das Ende der Trilogie haben werden. Man erfährt mehr über Mistress Coyle und über einen jungen Mann namens Declan der sich in ei...
An alternative slant on an ancient Japanese myth. I am not sure this re-telling of an ancient story in a modern setting really works. The language of the first paragraph in this story I found somewhat jarring, as I did several other sections of the writing. I did not think the constant use of swe...
This is a really good set of books!Especially impressive is the use of fonts and variation of print to represent thoughts and voices, even on the book covers - very original and effective. The concept of some people and the creatures of the planet thinking out loud is also very creative and well...
Patrick Ness, what have you done to me?You EFFING genius!I followed several book blogs on tumblr and I saw pretty good reviews from this trilogy. As someone beginning to immerse in YA Literature, I expect this book not to challenge the ol' big names like Harry Potter, The Hunger Games or even Per...
I really loved The Knife Of Never Letting Go; I thought Todd was a great character, and loved the way that the text stretched across the pages to reflect the "Noise" that the characters heard. After buying The Ask and The Answer, I was a little disappointed to see that the narrative split between...
Nuova avventura per il cinquantesimo compleanno del Dottore, questa volta dedicata alla sua quinta rigenerazione e scritta da Patrick ness, ancora non molto conosciuto in Italia. Il Quinto Dottore e Nyssa sembrano marginali nella storia, più incentrata sul protagonisti terrestri. Compaiono per ri...
Scintillating, surprising, inventive fiction from one of the most talented young writers in Britain, this is a superb collection of new short stories from the acclaimed author of The Crash of Hennington. Have you heard the urban myth about Jesus's double-jointed elbows yet? 100 per cent true. Or ...
His grandma had finally got his mum to bed and then had gone into Conor’s bedroom and shut the door, not asking if he wanted anything out of it before she went to sleep herself. Conor lay awake on the settee. He didn’t think he’d be able to sleep, not with the things his grandma had said, not wit...
I am up on the hilltop, on the rugged lip of it overlooking the valley below, but I am there in the battle as well, living it through the voices of those fighting, those giving up their lives for the Land.And I watch as the water tank falls, though the Land close enough to see it fall die rapidly...
A Rush and a Push and the Day is Ours.After so much lengthy agonizing, the final decision, the reversal of that decision, and the making of a new final decision happened almost absurdly fast.Cora and Albert:—So what did Jon say then?—Nothing. I left before he had a chance.—That’s the Cora I know ...
Our new home, the one we’ve been travelling towards since way before I was even born. We’re the first ones to see it for real, not through telescopes, not through computer mapping, not even in my own drawings in the art classes I take on the Beta with Bradley Tench, but through just the couple ce...
she says. I don’t go to school on Monday. I’m feeling a lot better after Jared’s healing, but I’ve still got a broken nose, two black eyes and an ironclad reason to stay in bed. So I take it. My phone is still pinned in the wreckage of Henna’s car, so Mel calls me at home with the info she gather...
The third this week since the first two. Not two hundred metres away from us this time.“Bitches,” I hear Davy spit, getting to his own feet and looking back down the road.My ears are ringing and my body’s shaking as I get to my feet. The bombs’ve come at different times of day and night, at diffe...
Her face is stern, her hair pulled back in plaits so tight you could probably climb them, her body solid and big and not at all someone who you'd mess around with. "I'm sorry," she says, almost tenderly. Almost. "I don't know anything about a boy." She frowns. "I'm afraid I don't know anything ab...
Oh, Jesus, he thinks. Oh, no, please. Once more, it was so much bigger than a dream that he puts his hands to his face to see if the scent of Gudmund’s body is still there. That it isn’t – but that he can remember the smell, of salt and wood and flesh and something intensely private – makes the w...