Dystopian novels are super popular and I know I'm not the only one who has given serious thought to how crappy existing in one of those societies would be. Dystopian novels burrow deep into our psych and give us way more than just entertainment. This genre has a power that most others just don't. Novels like "The Handmaid's Tale" influence politics and it's symbols have been used in many a protest in an effort to protect women's rights.
I think this theme is so popular in our society because for hundreds of years that's the meat of how women are seen. Take a long look at some of the fundamentalist cults America houses. Women are tightly controlled. Their lives rigidly regulated. Sex is merely pleasure for a man and something to endure for women. In this world, the breeders are there for just that. To breed women. Think puppy mill....only with humans and the cages are a bit fancier.....until they aren't.
Oleana is as human as it gets. Never-mind the computer parts. She's tragically flawed and draws the reader in with hooks to your heart. Her sacrifices make her selfless but her addiction makes her selfish. She's the wisdom of the Heirs and through all her flaws her inherent goodness shines bright. Her love and loyalty are admirable. Her commitment to the cause unwavering.
What kind of person thinks to run to be Archminister? The idealistic fool, the strict careerist, and the sinister. In short, the only sorts the job description's not revolted, are unqualified to do it or the type that shouldn't hold it. Senator Aphid only wanted to improve his country, though after four years in the District of Laws he really should have known better. He's removed from office and soon grudgingly finds himself paired with Frog Dell, the reckless and self-indulgent hermit of the junkyard. As the two evade the wrath of a government run amok with corruption, dissension spreads through the public, and conspiracy reigns.
Senator Aphid only wanted to improve his country, though after four years in the District of Laws he really should have known better. He's removed from office and soon grudgingly finds himself paired with Frog Dell, the reckless and self-indulgent hermit of the junkyard. As the two evade the wrath of a government run amok with corruption, dissension spreads through the public, and conspiracy reigns. What role does psychiatrist and part-time inventor Weasel McKenzie play in the upcoming Archministry election? How does front-runner candidate and acclaimed playwright J. Thomas Capra plan to fix the broken nation? Who's being stalked by merciless bounty hunter Jack Dingo? Why is Dead Fish wandering an empty version of the world? The pressure escalates quickly in this twisting, zany, fast-paced and subversive satire that, like real politics, requires (and prefers) absolutely no prior political knowledge. NOTE: This book is the heavily revised second edition of the now out-of-print book Frog Dell's Junkyard.
His coworkers are either dead or have vanished without a trace, but by a combination of luck and his own determination to live, Daniel escapes a similar fate. With the military already embroiled in an all-out war with Russia, it's up to him and a small group of mercenaries to fight back against what is turning into a quiet genocide. Their survival depends on fending off overwhelming numbers of enemies that only desire death and destruction. Or does it?
After the 1st wave, only darkness remains. After the 2nd, only the lucky escape. And after the 3rd, only the unlucky survive. After the 4th wave, only one rule applies: trust no one. Now, it's the dawn of the 5th wave, and on a lonely stretch of highway, Cassie runs from Them. The beings who only look human, who roam the countryside killing anyone they see. Who have scattered Earth's last survivors. To stay alone is to stay alive, Cassie believes, until she meets Evan Walker. Beguiling and mysterious, Evan Walker may be Cassie's only hope for rescuing her brother--or even saving herself. But Cassie must choose: between trust and despair, between defiance and surrender, between life and death. To give up or to get up.
First lines: I'd always thought I'd probably die suddenly, unexpectedly, a car wreck on a foggy morning or a brain aneurysm during a workout. I could never imagine a slow ebb into the other side, a gradual slide into death brought about by a wasting illness or old age. I figured it would be fast.
Eve has no idea she's the oldest soul on earth, with a pre-wired connection to every other soul on the planet and that the boy she's mysteriously drawn to, named Roman, has been her soul mate, her love of nearly three hundred lifetimes--until he tells her.
My name is Jackie, and it's not so bad living here. Seriously. At least, I don't think so anyway, but I guess it's hard to say. Then again, I've never really been anywhere else. I've rarely even been below Floor 12. My parents won't let me. They say things get bad down there, so I have to stay up here, on the higher levels.