Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Possession by Elana Johnson ARC review

Vi knows the Rule: Girls don't walk with boys, and they never even think about kissing them. But no one makes Vi want to break the Rules more than Zenn...and since the Thinkers have chosen him as Vi's future match, how much trouble can one kiss cause? The Thinkers may have brainwashed the rest of the population, but Vi is determined to think for herself.

But the Thinkers are unusually persuasive, and they're set on convincing Vi to become one of them...starting by brainwashing Zenn. Vi can't leave Zenn in the Thinkers' hands, but she's wary of joining the rebellion, especially since that means teaming up with Jag. Jag is egotistical, charismatic, and dangerous--everything Zenn's not. Vi can't quite trust Jag and can't quite resist him, but she also can't give up on Zenn.

This is a game of control or be controlled. And Vi has no choice but to play.

 

Love the new, sassy voice Elana Johnson has introduced to YA lit!!


Rating: PG 14
L: Mild ("d" and "h" words sprinkled throughout. One sh* word?)
V: Mild fighting
S: sexual tension



Page 69 test:
"...the Association, my past life was just that--in the past. I only wished it didn't make me feel so empty.
"You do smell like a guy," Jag whispered, his voice soft in my ear. His breath tricked down my spine. His fingers filled the spaces between mine perfectly.
"Shut up," I managed to say, but my voice sounded breathless. Surely he noticed the effect he had on me. I wasn't that good at hiding it. We'd only been living in the microscopic cell together for two days, but I felt a connection with Jag somewhere inside--somewhere I hadn't known existed until I met him.
I slid off the bed and settled onto the floor, my hipbone grinding painfully into the unyielding cement. Jag leaned over the side of the bed. "Vi?"
"Yeah?"
"I'll help you." His hand rested on my shoulder as I fell asleep.

For the first time in, like, forever, I might have been able to sleep all night, but the whirring Mechs roused me before it was light. Jag didn't stir, even amidst the creepy Mech-chatter--unusual for his light sleeping habits.
The Mechs (three of them) escorted me to an elevator (totally old tech) and we rode to level one (at least I'd..."

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