About an hour ago, I finished reading The Forest of Hands and Teeth by Carrie Ryan. I will have more to say about this book in the near future, but for the moment here’s a quick teaser …
I dislike the narrator.
The protagonist, Mary, is also our narrator. And she’s an unredeemed narcissist. She doesn’t care a whit for anyone else at all, and even when she says such things as “I love you” in moments that are apparently supposed to be touching as people die for her, the rest of her thoughts are about how she’s suffering because of these sacrifices that people are making. Not a thought about how they might be suffering.
Her near-complete disinterest in the well-being of any other human being bothers me. Her contempt for humanity makes her little better than the zombies (called Unconsecrated) that plague the world.
There. End of rant. Review later.