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The Knife of Never Letting Go is told from the unique perspective of a year-old illiterate boy, so it includes some funny phonetic spelling and grammar, some half-swearing e. Todd is not portrayed as some chosen, special teen, like in a lot of today's dystopian young adult fiction. He is just a boy, and it's refreshing. Todd's relationship with Viola is hardly romantic in this first part of the trilogy, and that's actually a good thing. They get closer, but he doesn't spend the book wondering about when they're going to kiss and stuff like that.
They're young and cute and they have better things to worry about. For now. The Spackle are the native species of the planet, and they are set up nicely. From what little you see of them, they are very likable.
I named a stuffed animal after them. Also, I was very impressed with Todd's struggle with killing. You don't see that very often in books, and I think it's realistic and made me like both the book and Todd more than I did to begin with. In a good deal of young adult books, teens kill the "bad guys" like they don't even care. If they're bad, then sure.
They can die. Sometimes it seems like there's not much of a choice, but I applaud the authors that make it a real issue. Where the main character won't kill, or atleast struggles with it a lot. The only other book like that off the top of my head is the Harry Potter series, where it's acknowledged that killing rips apart your soul to some extent. The poor spelling and grammar, I think, is more endearing than annoying. The Noise, which is the thoughts of all the males, is portrayed really well.
The story moves along at a good pace, and I liked almost all of the characters. The book is very good, and same with the rest of the series. Couldn't put this book down! I found myself reading well into the night can't wait to start the second book. Can hardly wait to read the 2nd book. I'm going to purchase it right now.
In this book series you are able to explore a whole new world with the main characters, Todd and Viola. And theyre doing it with my father inside. I scream And that fast, everything changes. My mother frantically presses her displays, trying to open the engine vents to blow the fire out of the ship Theyre not responding!
Thomas, can you hear me?! Whats happening? I shout, because the roar of the atmosphere is getting so much louder than in our simulations.
It shouldnt be this thick, my mother shouts back, meaning the atmosphere, and I have a sinking feeling in my stomach as I wonder if this is what happened to the original. Maybe they never even made it to the surface. Im going down to find Dad, I say, unbuckling from my chair and standing But theres another bang and the ship lists badly to one side. I fall, hanging on to the chair by my fingers. My mother grabs the manual controls with both hands and wrestles us back in position.
Viola, I need you to find us a landing spot! But Dad I cant get us back up, so were going to have to go down! Now, Viola! I sit down and buckle back in, my hands shaking. Find that stretch of ground by the river! Its on the other side of the planet, I say, but I know from the shuddering of the ship that were tearing through the atmosphere way faster than we should.
Just find it! If there are people there And I can see from her face how worried she is about my father, and I know that if shes battling with the ship instead of going down to find him, then were in even worse trouble than I thought. Ill miss you, Steff Taylor said at our going away party, her voice twisting up high, making it sound even more insincere than it was.
All the caretaker families had gathered in the conference room of the Delta for the party, happy for any excuse to get drunk and say goodbye. Steff swept me into her arms in a. Then she let me go and collapsed into her mothers arms with a wailing that was louder than anything else in the room.
Bradley came over with an amused look. Im sure Steff will cope with her grief better than I will, he said, handing me a wrapped gift.
Dont open it until youve landed. Til weve landed? Thats five months from now. He smiled and lowered his voice. Do you know what separates us from the beasts, Viola? I frowned, sensing a lesson.
The ability to wait to open a present? He laughed. Fire, he said.
The ability to make fire at will. It allowed us light to see in the darkness, warmth against the cold, a tool to cook our food. He gestured vaguely in the direction of the Deltas engines. Fire is what eventually led to travel across the black beyond, the ability to start a new life on a New World. I looked down at the present. Youre frightened, he said.
This time, it wasnt an asking. I shrugged. He leaned down to whisper to me. Im frightened, too. You are? He nodded. My grandfather was the last of the original caretakers on the convoy to die, the last one of us whod actually breathed the air of a planet and not of a ship.
I waited for him to go on. He didnt have anything good to say about it, he said. Old World was polluted and crowded and dying from its own poisons. Thats why we left, to find a better place, one we. I know all this But the rest of us are just like you, Viola. Weve never seen any space bigger than the cargo bay on the Gamma. I dont know what fresh air smells like either except what theyve got on the immersive vids, and thats not the real thing.
I mean, can you imagine what a real ocean is like, Viola? How big it must seem? How small we are compared to it?
Is this supposed to make me feel better? Actually, yes. He smiled and tapped the present I was holding. Because youll have something to help you against the darkness.
The present was small in my hand, but heavy, sub stantial. But I cant open it til I get there. How would I know? Ill just have to trust you. I looked back up. Ill wait, I said. I promise. And Im going to miss her birthday! Steff Taylor wailed loudly, shooting me a look, and I could see that her eyes, at least, werent wailing. Ill see you in twelve months, Viola, Bradley said.
And when I get there, make sure Im the first one you tell what the night looks like by firelight. The scout ship feels like its going to fly apart at any second.
The atmosphere is bashing us around and its all my mother can do to keep us upright. She calls occasionally for my dad, but theres still no answer. Viola, where are we?! Were coming back around! I shout over the roar of it all. Were going too fast, though. I think were going to overshoot it.
Ill try to get us down as best I can. Can you see anything on the scanners? Anything beyond that bit of the river where we can land? I press through my screens but theyre jumping around as much as everything else on the ship. The engines are still firing us forward and so were pretty much falling towards the planet, too fast, with no way to slow ourselves down. Were zooming over a huge ocean right now and I can tell my mother is worried that well have to put down in the middle of it But the continents coming up on our screens now, looming dark as night and way too fast and suddenly were over it, the ground whipping by down below us.
Are we near it?! Hold on!
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I check the mapping. Were south of it! About 15ks! She wrestles with the manual controls, trying to turn us a bit more north. The ship lists and I slam my elbow into the control panel, losing my maps for second. I say, worry and fright in my voice as I try to bring the maps up again. I know, sweetheart, she says, grunting with the controls. What about Dad? She doesnt say anything but I can see it all on her face.
Weve got to find a place to put down, Viola! And then well do everything we can to save him! I turn back to my maps. Looks like a prairie of some kind first, I say, but well probably overshoot that. I dial through. A swamp! My mothers got us heading north again, back towards that river we saw, which seems to peter out into swampland.
Will we be low enough? I dial through a few more screens and projected landing arcs. Itll be close. The ship gives a huge jolt. And then theres an eerie quiet. Weve lost the engines, my mother says. The vents never opened. The fire choked out. She turns to me. Were gliding in.
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Program me a flightpath and hold on tight. I dial quickly through a few more screens, locking in a landing arc into what Im hoping will be a nice soft swamp.
My mother pulls the manual controls hard with her fists, lining up her screen with the path Ive laid out. Out the portholes I can see the ground far too clearly now, treetops getting closer and closer below us. I say, watching as we get lower in the sky. Hang on! And we hit. Happy birthday!
Thanks, I mumbled. Wed left the convoy three months earlier, watching it blink out of sight behind us as we sped away fast, fast, fast. We were still eight weeks away from the new planet, eight. You could at least try to look pleased, Viola, my mother said. Thanks, I said again, a bit louder. I opened the first present, a new pair of boots, meant for hiking through rough terrain, completely the wrong colour, but I made sort of fake thankful sounds for them anyway.
I opened the second. Binos, my father said as I took them out. Your mother had them upgraded by Eddie, the engineer on the Alpha before we left. These do things you wouldnt even believe.
Night vision, in-screen zoom I looked through them and found a giant version of my fathers left eye looking back at me. Shes smiling, my father said and his own giant grin filled the binos. I am not, I said. My mother left the room and came back with my favourite breakfast, a stack of pancakes, this time with thirteen motionactivated fibre-optic lights glittering on the top. They sang me the song, and it took four goes moving my hands before I got all the lights to go off.
Whatd you wish for? If you tell, I said. It doesnt come true. Well, were not turning the ship around, my mother said, so I hope it wasnt that.
Thats what we should all wish for. I frowned because there was that word again. We brought this out, too, my father said, touching Bradleys still-wrapped present. Just in case you wanted to open it now. I looked at my parents faces, my father bright and happy, my mother annoyed with all my moaning but trying to make me have a good birthday anyway. And for a brief second, Isaw their worry about me, too. Their worry that I didnt seem to have any hope at all. I looked at Bradleys present.
A light against the darkness, hed said. He said it was for when we got there, I said. Ill wait until then. The sound when we crash is so loud its almost impossible. The ship smashes through trees, snapping them into bits, and then hits the ground with a jolt so violent I knock my head against the control panel and pain rips through it but Im still awake, awake enough to hear the ship start to break apart, awake enough to hear every crash and snap and grind as we carve out a long ditch through the swamp, awake as the ship rolls over again and again, which can only mean the wings have broken off, and everything in the cabin falls to the ceiling and back down again and then theres an actual crack in the structure of the cockpit and water rushes in from the swamp but then were rolling again And were slowing.
The roll is slowing down The grinding of metal is deafening and the main lights cut off as we take another roll, replaced immediately by the quivery battery lights And the roll keeps slowing Slowing until It stops. And Im still breathing. My head is spinning and aching and Im hanging almost upside down from my buckle in myseat. But Im breathing. I say, looking down and around.
I hear. I twist round to where her seat should be But its not there I twist round some more And there she is, resting against the ceiling, her chair ripped from the floor And the way shes lying there The way shes lying there broken Viola? And the way she says it makes my chest grip tight as afist. No, I think. And I start the struggle to get out of my chair to get to her. Big day tomorrow, Skipper, my dad said, coming into the engine room, where I was replacing tubes of coolant, one of about a million chores theyd come up with in the past.
Well finally be entering orbit. I clicked in the last coolant tube. He paused. I know this hasnt been easy for you, Viola. Why do you care if it wasnt? I didnt have any say in the matter. He came closer. Okay, what are you really frightened of, Viola? Is it what we could find there?
Or is it just that its change? I sighed heavily. No one ever seems to wonder what happens if it turns out we hate living on a planet. What if the skys too big? What if the air stinks? What if we go hungry? And what if the air tastes of honey?
What if theres so much food we all get too fat? What if the sky is so beautiful we dont get any work done because were all looking at it too much?
I turned and closed up the coolant tube cases. But what if it isnt? But what if it is? What if it isnt? What if it is? Yeah, this is getting us somewhere. Havent we raised you to be hopeful? Wasnt that the whole point of your great-grandmother agreeing to be a caretaker on this ship, so that one day you could have a better life?
She was full of hope. Your mum and I are full of hope. He was close enough now for a hug, if I wanted it. Why cant you share some of that? And he was looking so caring, so worried, that how could. I tell him? How could I tell him how much I hate even the sound of the word? Thats all anyone ever talked about on the convoy, especially as we got closer. Hope, hope, hope. As in, I hope the weathers good. This from people whod never actually experienced weather except in immersive vids.
Or, I hope theres interesting wildlife. From people whod only ever met Scampus and Bumpus, the ships cats on the Delta.
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Or, I hope the natives are friendly. This always said with a laugh because there arent supposed to be any natives, at least according to the deep space probes.
Everybody was hoping for something, talking about our new life to come and all that they hoped from it. Fresh air, whatever thats supposed to mean. Real gravity, instead of the fake kind that broke every now and then even though no one over fifteen would admit that it was actually really fun when it did. All the wide open spaces wed have, all the new people wed meet when we woke them up, ignoring completely what happened to the original settlers, super-confident that we were so much better equipped that nothing bad could possibly happen to us.
All this hope, and here I was, right at the very edge of it, looking out into the darkness, the first to see it coming, the first to greet it when we found out what it really looked like.
But what if? Is it because hope is scary? I looked back at him, startled. You think so, too? He smiled, full of love.
Hope is terrifying, Viola, he said. No one wants to admit it, but it is. I feel my eyes go wet again. Then how can you stand it? How can you bear even thinking it? It feels so dangerous, like youll be punished for even thinking you deserved it. He touched my arm, just lightly.
Because, Viola, life is so much more terrifying without it. I swallowed away my tears again. So youre telling me the only choice I have is which way Im going to be terrified for the rest of my life?
He laughed and opened his arms. And at last a smile, he said. And he did hug me. And I let him. But in my chest, there was still fear, and I didnt know which kind it was.
Fear with hope, or fear without it. It takes what seems like forever to unbuckle my belt, hard to do when youre hanging upside down against it. When it finally comes undone, I fall away from the seat, sliding down the wall of the cockpit, which seems to have folded into itself. I say, scooting over to her. Shes face down on what used to be the ceiling, her legs twisted in a way I cant really look at Viola?
Im here, Mum. I push away the things that have fallen on her, all the files and screenpads, everything broken as we tumbled, everything that wasnt fastened down broken to pieces I pull up a large metal plate off her back. And I see it The pilots chair was torn from the floor, tearing away the back panel of it, turning the backrest into a shard of metal A shard thats gone right into my mothers spine Mum?
I say, my voice tight, trying to lift it further off her But when I move it more, she screams, screams like Im not even there I stop.
Her voice is high, broken. Is that you? Im here, Mum, I say, lying down next to her so I can get close to her face. I push away a last bit of glass thats covering her cheek and see her eye looking wildly around Sweetheart? I say, crying, brushing away more glass. Tell me what to do, Mum.
Sweetheart, are you hurt? I dont know, I say. Mum, can you move? I put a hand under her shoulder to lift her, but she screams again, which makes me scream, too, and I let her go back to how she was lying, on her stomach, on the ceiling, the metal shard in her back, blood coming out of it slowly like it was no big deal, and everything around us broken, broken, broken.
Your father, she gasps. The fire Your father loved you, she says. I stop and look at her. I see her moving her hand, trying to worm it out from under herself and I take it gently, holding it with my own. Ilove you, too, Viola, she says. Dont say that Listen, sweetheart, listen to me. No, listen And she coughs and the pain of it causes her to scream again and I hold her hand tighter and I barely even notice that Im screaming along with her.
She stops, gasping again, and her eye looks up at me, more focussed this time, like shes trying really hard, like shes never tried harder to do anything in her entire life. Theyll come for you, Viola. Mum, stop, please Youve been trained, she says.
You stay alive. You stay alive, Viola Eade, do you hear me? Her voice is getting louder, even though I can hear the pain in it. Mum, youre not dying Take my hope, Viola, she says. Take your fathers, too. Im giving it to you, okay? Im giving you my hope. Mum, I dont understand Say youll take it, sweetheart. Say it to me. My throat is choking and I think Im crying but nothing feels attached to anything and Im here holding my mothers hand ina wrecked spaceship on the first planet Ive ever been to, in the middle of a night I can see through a crack in the ships hull and shes dying, shes dying, and Ive been so horrible to her formonths Say it, Viola, my mother whispers.
Ill take it, I say. Ill take your hope. Ive got it, okay? But I dont know if she hears me Because her hand isnt gripping back any more.
And thats when something happens, something that makes everything now, something that cuts all the past away, the convoy and everyone on it gone and past, and its just me, here, now, so fast, it doesnt seem real. My father. The crash. My mother. Its not real. Its like Im watching it all, including myself, from somewhere else. I watch myself stand up next to my mother.
I watch myself wait there in the wreckage for a while not knowing what to do. Until enough time passes that something has to be done, so I watch as I climb to where the wall of the cockpit has come apart and look out into the planet for the first time. Look out into the darkness. Darkness upon further darkness. Darkness that hides things. Things I can hear.
Animal noises that almost sound like words. I watch myself step back into the ship, away from the darkness, my heart beating heavy. And then I seem to blink and the next thing I see is myself pulling back a broken panel to the engine room.
From even farther away, I see myself finding my father, burnt in a nightmarish way from the chest down, a terrible wound on his forehead that would have killed him anyway. I watch myself as coldness flows through me, watch asIm so cold Im unable to even cry at my fathers body. I blink again and then Im seeing myself back next to my mother in the cockpit, my arms pulled tight around my knees, the battery lights in the panels flickering and slowly getting dimmer.
And then theres a birdcall or something from outside, louder than the rest, a weird one that almost sounds like the word Prey or Pray. And Im back behind my eyes. Because Ive seen something, tumbled there. Something my mother must have taken from my room and brought into the cockpit, something to give to me as soon as we landed, which hurts me somewhere in a far, far off place.
There, in the wreckage. Bradleys present. Its still wrapped, after all these months, after even my birthday. And everything still feels impossible and like a dream, so why shouldnt I open it? If thats what my mother and father wanted, why shouldnt that be the first thing I do on this planet?
I pick it up, sliding off the torn paper and opening it just as the last of the battery power cuts out, leaving me in total darkness. But its okay. Its okay because Ive already seen what it is. The darkness is so thick I have to feel my way out of the wreckage, still feeling dazed, still feeling dreamy, the blanket. But Im holding Bradleys gift.
I step out onto the planet and my foot sinks in about ten centimetres of water. A swamp. Thats right. We were aiming for a swamp. I keep walking, my feet sticking in the mud sometimes, but I keep walking. Keep walking until the ground gets more solid, a little way from the ship. My eyes are adjusting and I can see a little clearing, surrounded by trees, the sky above us filled with all the stars I was just flying through.