Hardcover: 384 pages
Release Date: May 8, 2012
Publisher: Farrar, Straus, and Giroux (Macmillan)
Source: ARC from the publisher
Rating: Really Liked
From Goodreads. Mia Price is a lightning addict. She's survived countless strikes, but her craving to connect to the energy in storms endangers her life and the lives of those around her. Los Angeles, where lightning rarely strikes, is one of the few places Mia feels safe from her addiction. But when an earthquake devastates the city, her haven is transformed into a minefield of chaos and danger. The beaches become massive tent cities. Downtown is a crumbling wasteland, where a traveling party moves to a different empty building each night, the revelers drawn to the destruction by a force they cannot deny. Two warring cults rise to power, and both see Mia as the key to their opposing doomsday prophecies. They believe she has a connection to the freak electrical storm that caused the quake, and to the far more devastating storm that is yet to come. Mia wants to trust the enigmatic and alluring Jeremy when he promises to protect her, but she fears he isn't who he claims to be. In the end, the passion and power that brought them together could be their downfall. When the final disaster strikes, Mia must risk unleashing the full horror of her strength to save the people she loves, or lose everything.
Ok here’s the thing there’s lots of religion in this book and being a not religious person I thought it would bug me; I have actually seen a few reviews where they complained that it was too much. That being said it did bother me a little in the beginning; I found myself squirming at the mention of God and Prophet but, once I got into the story and stopped thinking about all of that I really enjoyed this book!
Basically this all boils down to a good versus evil situation with the lines blurred with who is really the good guy and, poor Mia is stuck in the middle. There’s also a boy who is a huge beautiful mystery and two different leaders of groups that are very appealing and enigmatic in their own rights. I loved Mia’s character she’s extremely flawed (being a lightening addict and all) but through her flaws we see a strength, a willingness to fight and survive that I found very believable and she had me rooting for her to make the right choices. The mysterious boy Jeremy I fell for almost instantly with his dark hair, Clark Kent glasses and, the pain and sadness behind his eyes; he was a puzzle one I figured out quite early but, I still loved putting the pieces together. There were other characters that I really liked too Katrina even though she was kind of a bitch and Mr. Kale who I developed a huge crush on. And ugh I hated Prophet he was seriously creepy with those milky eyes and slivery hair he seriously gave me the willies!
So that being said I just spoke with Jenn and she said that this book is a standalone and while I like that… I’m having a problem letting go of this world and I really would like to see more of Mia and Jeremy not to mention Mr. Kale ;) So please Macmillan, pretty please ask Jenn to write more books!!!!!
I chose a passage between Jeremy and Mia because it made me giggle just a bit and there’s a motorcycle in it.
Past Jeremy’s shoulder, I could see his bike parked at the end of the alley. I stepped past him and crossed the dozen yards to it.
I stood there surveying the machine, and even though I knew nothing about motorcycles, I couldn’t help but be impressed. And terrified. The bike was black and shiny and compact. It looked barely big enough for one person to ride on, let alone the two of us. But Jeremy lifted the seat and removed an extra helmet from the compartment beneath. He handed it to me. I took it, but only stared at it dumbly.
“Are you okay with this?”
“I guess I have to be, don’t I?” I raised my eyes to his, chewing my lip. “What if---“ I hesitated, uncertain how to proceed with the question. “What if the thing that happens, you know, when we’re touching… what if it happens while we’re on the bike? I could fall off the back.”
“You won’t,” Jeremy said.
“How can you be so sure?”
“I have to touch you with my hands for it to happen.” He raised his hands, palms up, as though in surrender. “As long as these stay on the handlebars, you’re safe.”
“So I can touch you, but you can’t touch me?”
He nodded, frowning. “For now,” he said, and the implication made my hot blood boil all over again.
I also wanted to post the trailer for struck in case y’all haven’t seen it because it’s pretty darned fantastic!
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