Have I got a treat for you guys! Not only did I read a incredible book but I was also super lucky to chat with the author and do a little Q&A. I was even given a excerpt. How awesome is that?
This book is fantastic! I cover what it’s about in the review but it’s about a girl finding out just who she really is and if she can trust the people around her. One of the best things about this book is how well grief is talked about. YA books often struggle with heavy topics like grief so to have a book that does it this well, you know it’s going to be good. There is also a wonderful example of a healthy dad/daughter relationship that is seriously goals.
I hope you all will get this book when it releases. A.M Rose is seriously so very nice and I am so grateful to have gotten a chance to read her book. I can’t wait to read more books from her.
A special thank you goes out to Entangled Teen, Netgalley and the author, A.M Rose, for giving me an eARC of this book. That no way influences my thoughts and opinions!
expected publication date: february 5, 2018
This book took me on a trip with my emotions. I was feeling all sorts of things left and right. Anger, sadness, frustration,happiness. Can I have the next book yet???? I know it doesn’t say that there is but the book just can’t end like that!
Anyway. I’ll stop fangirling and get into the actually review. In this book, we follow Drea, who after an accident, finds out she is super incredibly gifted. She, along with her lifetime BFF Dylan and newcomer, Maddox, goes on a journey to find out what exactly she is and if she can truly trust those around her.
Drea was a girl after my own heart. She was into photography (which I am too!), was unsure of herself (I found a report card from preschool that said I lacked self confidence….), and often followed her best friend, Dylan, around. I was unsure about her friendship with Dylan. He seemed kind of shady but after a while, I really did grow to love them together.
I also really adored the relationship she had with her dad. Too often, YA doesn’t show enough healthy dad/daughter relationships. I have such fond memories with my dad (still making memories all the time!), such as driving around with him while he did errands, listening to NWA and old school Eminem and playing Mario Party on the N64 together. There seriously needs to be more healthy dad/daughter relationships in YA books.
This book portrays grief very well. I won’t spoil anything but Drea loses someone and throughout the entire course of the book, the loss will hit Drea at different moments. I thought this was incredibly releatic. The loss of a loved one never truly leaves you. A. M Rose did an excellent job of portraying something so tough.
As for the world building, it was good. We only learned about the world from what Drea learned since it was in first person POV. The book was more focused on Drea and her journey of finding out who she was. I hope we get more of the world of Eugenica since we only got brief views of it. It sounds super cool and just my type of world. That is my one teeny tiny criticism, if you can even call it that.
Overall, this book was awesome! That last 20% and the epilogue had me at the edge of my seat. I had to set my Kindle down a few times and just stare into the nothing, because my brain couldn’t even process what was going. It was that good! I can’t wait for the next book, if there is one. (I seriously hope so!)
1. Drea is very close with her dad. Where there any family members you were close too?
I was really close to my mom. For whatever reason, we kind of just got each other. Even when I was an absolute brat to her (which during my teen years I could be) I always knew she loved me unconditionally. She was the kind of mom who would do anything for her kids and go without just so we could get the things we wanted. She worked two jobs and still made time for us. I lost my mom a few years ago and there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t miss her.
2. Photography is one of Drea’s hobbies (as is mine!) Are there some hobbies that you enjoy doing?
I always wished I could be good at photography, drawing, painting, or anything artistic really. And believe me, I’ve tried. I have some (not) amazing paintings on my wall that no one but my family will ever see. My stick figures barely look recognizable as stick figures, and my camera is getting a little dusty, although I do hope to pick it back up soon.
Writing kind of started as a hobby for me and now it’s more than that. So I guess I need to find a new one, and the time to do it.
3. What special ability/gift would you want to have?
Do I only get to pick one? In that case, I would choose Drea’s ability to speak and understand different languages. I’ve taken Spanish for years and still can’t get my brain to click right. I think languages are beautiful, rich in history and heritage, almost like a spoken form of art. One day I hope to master at least one, besides English. (Although I haven’t mastered it yet either.)
4. What was the idea behind the world of Eugencia?
So Eugenica is supposed to be this almost Utopian society. It’s a world that has an appreciation for preserving our environment, but at the same time believes in advancing technology. A world where intelligence is regarded as being the most important aspect of a person. And above all, it is a world where people actually think and care about each other.
I think our world could use a little more of these things sometimes.
5. What inspired you to write this book?
The inspiration of this book came in the form of a (at the time) fourteen-year-old girl. My niece. She’s the person who got me into reading YA novels. So when she called me so upset (and yes, there may have been tears involved) about the ending of a certain YA book, I promised her I would write her, her own story. And Drea was born, a name that is also my niece’s middle name just spelled differently.
6. Any advice to those out there that want to be writers?
I think sometimes when people think of writing they only see the JK Rowling, or Stephanie Meyers of the world. Where you write a book and it becomes an instant sensation. But the reality is that writing it hard. It’s a job. There is so much more that goes into selling a book than just writing it. And the pay is pretty scandalous. (Although no one likes to talk about that.)
All that aside, and if someone still wants to write than that’s what they should do. (Look at me. I can’t stop.) Write from your heart. Don’t worry about the market. It’s in constant flux anyway. Just tell your story. I’d also say books and workshops on craft are extremely helpful.
7. You portrayed grief so well in this book. Do you find it easy or hard to write about topics like that?
Well first, thank you.
For me, grief wasn’t extremely hard to write. I think grief is something we all have to deal with so it’s about channeling those feelings, those emotions and memories, and just letting the words flow. I cried a number of times while writing this book. I like to believe if the writer feels it, the reader should as well. (And I hope that to be true in RTE.)
8. What can we expect in the next book?
Well, if you want more Road to Eugenica, make sure you let my publisher know. Book 2 is going to be a lot more Eugenica, a new POV character (Dylan), and lots more twists and turns that I hope are unexpected (but will totally make sense).
No spoilers though.
Thanks again for the opportunity! I really enjoyed your book!
Thank you so much for having me.
My gaze falls on my jewelry box. I pull the sleeves of Dad’s favorite blue sweater over my hands. The box is pink and childish—the kind with a windup ballerina—and a wobbly line of heart stickers bisects the lid. Last year I found an old tea box I was going to move my jewelry to, but never got around to it.
I’m ready. Finally, I’m ready. At least I think I am. My hands shake as I tip the lid open and reach inside. The ballerina makes half a turn, and a few notes from “The Blue Danube Waltz” escape into the room. I pull out a small blue velvet jewelry pouch, let the item inside slide into my hand, and gently shut the lid. Then I sit on the edge of my bed and stare at my fisted hand, waiting for the cold metal to warm.
Acceptance. The last stage of grief. I’ve visited that emotion a few times over the last week and a half, but never has it lingered until today.
I’ve practically memorized Mom’s book, The Five Stages of Grief. But unlike the book, my stages are all mixed up and don’t come in any sort of order. Bargaining lingered a while and sat close to me at night. Denial and anger came hard and fast. Depression dug its claws into my skin and didn’t let go. I curled up in my bed and cried and cried until my body ran dry.
Then there were days I felt okay. At first, they were fleeting moments, like when Pamela would sneak in and sit with me. She wouldn’t say much, just hold my hand and bring extra containers of green Jell-O. Those fleeting moments turned to minutes, then hours. And acceptance didn’t seem far away.
Like today. Days have passed. The funeral came and went. Closed casket, so I couldn’t say a proper goodbye. Couldn’t see Dad’s face one last time, or leave the picture of us inside with him. People brought casseroles, walked through the house, and mumbled their condolences. Their condolences. Ha.
What do you say to the girl who’s lost her dad? You give her your condolences and hug her, even though she doesn’t hug back. And why should I? It’s not like they were around before. Not like they cared when Dad was still alive.
Dylan’s been here every day. He brings my schoolwork, sits on my bed, and talks. I listen, but I don’t hear a word he says. My body sits with him, but my mind is far away. Mind and body. Body and mind. Once I was whole, but now I’m two separate pieces. “Autopilot” is what someone called it.
I wasn’t ready before, but I think I am now.