This was a really great book, not your typical zombie book at all! The characters are so likable and well developed, it really feels like Stony becomes one of your own family members. There are some tense moments, but always enjoyable comic relief in places where you wouldn't expect them. Over...
I couldn’t stop picturing our progress from above: the blue dot of the pickup creeping along a thin black line, bisecting a checkered expanse of barren fields regular as graph paper. “So, this is Kansas.” It was the first thing O’Connell had said since we’d started driving...
Every kid tries it. Facedown in the water, arms drooping. After thirty seconds, a minute, your chest begins to burn but you don’t move: You hold out, staring at the blue cement of the pool floor, letting the waves rock your body like a rudderless raft. The shouting voices above mute to a low roar...
The kid pressed the remote, and the engine roared like a fighter jet. “Real Engine Sound,” he shouted proudly. The recording was ridiculously mismatched for the car. “I can also do Mustang GT and a Ford 150!” Dr. G and I crawled into the back, with Luke all knees and elbows in the passenger seat....
Your mother’s been in an accident, they said. Later, I couldn’t remember which cop had first broken the news, Detective Lieutenant Hammersmith or Chief Bode of the Dunnsmouth Police. Hammersmith was the squat black man with the glasses who said he’d come down from the Uxton State Police Detective...
The voices crooned to him, making pitying, motherly sounds. Hands brushed the hair from his eyes, caressed the welts on his face. Pax pushed himself onto his back, groaned. A voice like chocolate said, “There there. We got you.” Small hands slipped under thighs and waist—“One, two …”—and then he ...