Tuesday, July 29, 2014

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With an entirely different presentation from the first book, I almost didn’t recognize the story in relation to its first part. The chapters aren’t in numbers, but in nows and thens. Similar to what I did in my Delirium review, I’d let the quotes lifted to speak for themselves:
  • “I lived almost eighteen years believing fully in the system, believing 100 percent that love was a disease, that we must protect ourselves, that girls and boys must stay rigorously separate to prevent contagion.”
  • “He could have built up this collapsed street for me, turned into a place of sense and order. He was going to lead me through the wilderness. With him, I would have been okay.”
  • “We must excise the sickness. We must cut it out, no matter what the risks. Otherwise it will only grow. It will spread like the very worst cancer and put all of us—every single person born into this vast and wonderful country—at risk.”
  • “The disease, they taught me, grew in the space between men and women, boys and girls; it was passed between them in looks and smiles and touches, and would take root inside of them like mold that rots a tree from the inside out.”
  • “He has had years of training—segregation, principles of avoidance, the Protective Three: Distance, Detachment, Dispassion.”
  • “In a world without love, this is what people are to each other: values, benefits, and liabilities, numbers and data. We weigh, we quantify, we measure, and the soul is ground to dust.”
  • “The whole world has been turned inside out and upside down. We are living in a funhouse.”
  • “If he was less well trained, and less careful, he would say hate. But he can’t say it; it is too close to passion, and passion is too close to love, and love is amor deliria nervosa, the deadliest of all deadly things: It is the reason for the games of pretend, for the secret selves, for the spasms in the throat.”
  • “My heart breaks for him in that second, and rather than be carried away on the tide of it, I think of those smooth walls of hatred.”
  • “When you consider how society may persist in ignorance, you must also consider how long it will persist in delusion; all stupidity is changed to inevitability, and all ills are made into values (choice turned to freedom, and love to happiness), so there is no possibility of escape.”
  • “His heart beats through my back—a strange, stuttering rhythm. After a while, his heartbeat becomes more regular, and mine slows to match his.”
  • “They think that only certain people have a place. Only certain kinds of people belong. The rest is waste. But even waste must have a place. Otherwise it will clog and clot, and rot and fester.”
  • “Their faces merge and then separate, then collapse again, like images reflected in a stream, passing over each other until I am no longer sure which of them I am reaching for—in the dark, in my head.”
  • “I lie still, and feel his steady heartbeat through my back until my heart calms in response, and I let him hold me, and just before I fall asleep, I say a brief prayer that the morning never comes.”
  • “Once you let in the word, once you allow it tot take root, it will spread like a mold through all of your corners and dark spaces—and with it, the questions, the shivery, splintered fears, enough to keep you permanently awake.”
But please note that Lena Morgan Jones (Lena Haloway in Delirium) no longer talks about Alex Sheathes that much since he “died” from the ending of the first book. It is Julian Fineman she’s hooked about. The book isn’t less cheesy than the first one though. It just stimulated mental challenge in me since I couldn’t quite figure if Alex was to reappear or he’s dead for life.

Four stars for this one! I am looking forward to a better continuation!

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