by Katy Haye
Genre: YA Post-Apocalyptic
Release Date: June 20th 2016
Summary from Goodreads:
The truth won’t stay submerged forever.
City is the last civilised place left on a drowned Earth, a floating town built from metal and plastic from the Time Before. It’s the only home doctor's daughter Libby Marchmont has ever known or wanted – until her father helps the wrong patient and she's forced to flee.
Cosimo came to City for one reason. Then he should have vanished back to his people on the Wastes. But what about his promise to Libby’s father?
Stranded in the middle of the sea, can the two enemies learn to trust each other? And can they survive long enough to uncover the truth: City isn’t the safe haven Libby always believed it to be …
Review:
Libby is a great character and I loved seeing her develop in the book. She starts with the mindset that her society taught her, how she looked down on others who weren't apart of her world she knew and loved. She changes as the book goes and by the end she is a grown, different woman. I love that we get to see those changes in her and really not in a massive time line. It was not rushed though.
I think the author could have rushed this one but she didn't. The time line of this book is good and I think the way she laid it out for us was perfect. We get some time, but not a lot. We get to see how sometimes things take on a life of their own. The changes in the world around us sometimes happens before we can even really catch up. That is what is happening in this book. Some just refuse to see the changes.
I highly recommend this book to you all!
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EXCERPT:
When we’d removed the man’s foot, back at home, Pa had told me stories of battlefield surgeons who could remove a limb in three minutes. He had been slower than that; I was slower still. The human hand is an intricate organ, beautiful in its composition and complexity. A great many blood vessels are needed for its healthy function, and each damaged one had to be tied off.
Paul, thankfully, remained unconscious. His aunt spoke occasionally. Cosimo answered without involving me. I was too busy to talk.
Finally, the damaged material was all removed and I began the reverse process of sewing skin back over the remaining flesh to seal the wound. I had been able to save his thumb and the hand to the knuckle. My father, I hoped, would have been proud.
At last, I tied off the final bandage and straightened, assailed by stiffness and fatigue that had crept up on me as I worked. I glanced at the window and judged that several hours had passed. I stepped back and wiped my brow, looking at Paul rather than just his hand for the first time since I’d begun. His face was shiny with sweat, but his breathing was deep. When I touched my fingers to his pulse, it was regular.
Cosimo cleared his throat. He stared at Paul’s bandaged hand. “That was the most amazing thing Ah think Ah’ve ever seen.”
My head jerked up. I expected a mocking twist to his words, perhaps a repetition of that irritating nickname, but he seemed sincere.
“Did you think I couldn’t do it?” I chided, forgetting I’d doubted myself before I’d started.
“Of course not.” His colour rose, giving a lie to his words. His voice grew snappy, the tone more familiar, when he added, “Ah knew there had to be a point to you.”
“And you weren’t even sick,” I pointed out. His blush deepened. “You’ll make a decent assistant yet.”
About the Author
Katy Haye spends most of her time in imaginary worlds - her own or someone else's. She has a fearsome green tea habit, a partiality for dark chocolate brazils and a fascination with the science of storytelling.
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GIVEAWAY:
Your survival kit is as follows:1. An Amazon voucher for £10/$15US/$20CAN, AUS, NZ. Load up your Kindle with books to read, while shops remain.
2. A solar charger so when the national grid fails you can still read your books.
3. A mirror. When you are stranded in the open sea you can signal for help by reflecting the sun's light. Alternatively, if you have no wish to be rescued because you still have reading to do, flip the mirror over to depict the slogan, "Go away I'm reading."
4. Ribbon bookmark. If all your books have been washed away by the rising seas, this can be rolled up and packed into the neck of a cut-open bottle and will double-up as a water filter. Note: this will not desalinate salt water, sorry.
5. A bag to put the last of your belongings into. DO NOT LEAVE THIS BEHIND.
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