Review: The Lives We Lost by Megan Crewe & Breaking Glass Book Blast!


the lives we lostPublished February 12, 2013 by Disney/Hyperion

Source: Review copy from publisher in exchange for an honest review.

First, the virus took Kaelyn’s friends. Then, her family. Now it’s taken away her home.

But she can’t look back—the life she once had is gone forever.

A deadly virus has destroyed Kaelyn’s small island community and spread beyond the quarantine. No one is safe. But when Kaelyn finds samples of a vaccine in her father’s abandoned lab, she knows there must be someone, somewhere, who can replicate it. As Kaelyn and her friends head to the mainland, they encounter a world beyond recognition. It’s not only the “friendly flu” that’s a killer—there are people who will stop at nothing to get their hands on the vaccine. How much will Kaelyn risk for an unproven cure, when the search could either destroy those she loves or save the human race?

Megan Crewe’s second volume in the Fallen World trilogy is an action-packed journey that explores the resilience of friendship, the ache of lost love, and Kaelyn’s enduring hope in the face of the sacrifices she must make to stay alive.

My Thoughts

The book starts off where the last one ended with the arrival of Leo and the whole crew still trying to survive on the island. Kaelyn stumbles across what may be a vaccine left by her father. The crew then goes on a long trek off the island in search of a scientist or medical professional that could replicate the vaccine.

I really enjoyed this book and thought it was actually better than the first. This one was written like a regular novel instead of like a journal which was a little disappointing, but I love the story line so much that it definitely did not deter me from reading:-)

The incoming of new characters was very exciting and frightening at the same time. No one knew exactly what they would run into once they were off the island. They gained allies as well as some enemies!

I can’t ruin the book for anyone whom wants to read it, but some members of the crew will not be the same at the end and they will not all be together. Kaelyn really has to keep her wits about her and she learns what it is like to be an adult. All the while trying to make some very adult decisions that may be heart braking for her.

The book does not necessarily end on a cliffhanger, but it will leave you DYING to get the next installment! I can’t wait to read The Worlds We Make, due out in February 2014!

4.5Book Blast

 

Breaking Glass
by Lisa Amowitz
Release Date: 07/09/13
Publisher: Spencer Hill Press

Summary from Goodreads:
On the night seventeen-year-old Jeremy Glass winds up in the hospital with a broken leg and a blood alcohol level well above the legal limit, his secret crush, Susannah, disappears. When he begins receiving messages from her from beyond the grave, he’s not sure whether they’re real or if he’s losing his grip on reality. Clue by clue, he gets closer to unraveling the mystery, and soon realizes he must discover the truth or become the next victim himself.




 

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***Excerpt***

“So where is

he?” She cranes her neck, trying to spot Ryan in the crowd.

Heart pounding,

my mind hiccups through its storehouse of facts. I reposition myself to block

her view. There’s no time to try texting Ryan a warning.

I could tell

Susannah. Tell her how Ryan has been sneaking around behind her back for over a

year, even hooking up with two college juniors in a motel room during one of

our out of town meets. But defying the Morgan machine by pointing this out

takes too much energy. Instead I blurt, “Did you realize the Watch Hill

carousel was once part of a traveling carnival?”

She laughs and

shakes her head. “What? Jeremy, sometimes you can be such a–”

But her voice

trails off as her gaze wanders past mine, her smile crumpling like a paper bag.

I follow her line of sight and I know this is it. The crowd has thinned around

Ryan, enough for her to see him with his mouth smashed against Claudia’s.

“Oh, man,” I

gasp. I turn to comfort Susannah, but she is already gone.

I stand,

dithering; wanting to run after her and apologize for letting her walk into

this ambush.

But, no. This is

something Ryan needs to take care of. I might have signed on to sweep his mess

under the rug, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to clean up after him. I push

through the crowd to get to him.

“What? She what?

Did you know she was coming back early?”

I feel my face

heat. “No.”

Ryan pushes

Claudia off of him, his stage makeup still glistening and thick, traces of

Claudia’s lipstick smeared on his lips. “Good job, Jeremy. You could have at

least texted me.”

My hand curls

into a fist. I stuff it in my jacket pocket. “She ran out,” I say. “Maybe you

can catch her.”

Ryan shrugs, and

without a coat, stalks out of the theater into the night. I wait a few minutes

then follow. Susannah’s car is gone, and so is Ryan’s. I try to call Susannah,

but she doesn’t pick up.

I get in my car

and focus on resisting the water bottle’s siren call, panicked glimpses of my

waking nightmare crashing through the floodgates, the terrifying memories swept

through with it. The rain and the torrents of water sweeping past, draining

into the Gorge, forcing me to remember. To relive it. No. Not now.

I need to stay clear.

Since eighth

grade, when I discovered that liquor dulls my terrors, I have been a master

thief and spy.

Not even Ryan

knows.

Just a sip to

calm my shaky nerves. One tiny sip to beat back the rising waters that threaten

to drown me. I can do it. I pride myself on my steely self-control. My ability

to remain stone-cold sober even when the track team holds a victory keg party.

They call me Jeremy the Teetotaler. Jeremy, the History Nerd who never

partakes.

I snap open the

glove compartment. The innocuous silver bottle is shoved behind the owner’s

manual, gas receipts and a collection of power bar wrappers. I raise it to my

lips and gulp once, twice, three times; the cold liquid igniting as it hits my

throat. It takes two, three more gulps to slow my heart to normal speed. The

bottle is nearly empty. I cap it and return it to the compartment, warmth

flowing to my cold fingers. I’d need to drink three times as much as that to

lose focus.

Swerving the

deserted black roads slick with rain over ice, I follow my usual running

circuit. This is familiar turf. My backyard, practically.

Yes. I can do

this. Susannah knows my route so I hope she’s come this way and parked, knowing

I’d find her. She wants me to find her. To comfort her. I’ll tell her

everything. How I’m sorry for lying to her. For letting Ryan hurt her. And

maybe at last she’ll accept that it’s not Ryan she wants, but me.

But there’s no

sign of her.

After driving

and searching fruitlessly, my mind churning with outcomes, the now driving rain

blurring my windshield, I can’t stand it anymore. My heart is racing. Just one

last sip to fortify myself is all I need.

When I round the

next hairpin curve, my headlights flash on Ryan’s car parked behind Susannah’s,

engines running. I squint through the rain and mist and spot them behind the

guardrail, illuminated in the headlamps’ cone of light. There’s no shoulder on

this side of the road, so I pull over when I can, about twenty yards past them.

When I finally

get out of the car I can hear her shouts over the racket the rain makes. My

head is buzzing, but my thoughts are clear.

In fact, they’ve

never been clearer, as the roots that entangle me fall away.

The damp air

smells like freedom.

Susannah

screams, and pounds at Ryan’s chest with her fists. He shoves her hard and she

falls backward. I don’t see her get up again. Raucous arguments were nothing

new between Susannah and Ryan, but I’d never seen him hit her before.

There’s a steep

decline into the woods where they’ve chosen to have their argument and I worry

Susannah could have gotten hurt. Ryan disappears now, too. What the

hell are they doing?

I begin to run

at full tilt. I still have some distance to cover, but that’s no problem for

me, even with the Absolut pumping heat through my veins. But my boot heel

catches on a wet leaf then slides out from under me.

I’m flying, but

I land softly.

 

About the Author

Lisa has been a

professor of Graphic Design at her beloved Bronx Community College where she

has been tormenting and cajoling students for nearly seventeen years. She

started writing eight years ago because she wanted something to illustrate, but

somehow, instead ended up writing YA. Probably because her mind is too dark and

twisted for small children.

 

BREAKING GLASS

which will be released in July, 2013 from Spencer Hill Press, is her first

published work. VISION, the first of the Finder series will be released in

2014, along with an unnamed sequel in the following year. LIFE AND BETH will

also be released in the near future, along with graphic novel style art.

 

***GIVEAWAY***

1-custom

pendant like the one pictured on the book cover

2-signed

ARCS

1-original

work of Breaking Glass related art created and signed by the author.

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