It’s almost over! Woot!
Here’s this shirt again. . .
I’m thinking, after seeing several pictures, that I should have lengthened the front by a couple of inches. It hits me a sort of a weird place.
Top: Sewing with Knits Scoop Neck Tee (with mods)
Today’s book is Everlost by Neal Shusterman.
Guys. Neal Shusterman. Read him. He is amazing.
This was the first book of his that I read. Afterwards, when I was exclaiming about it to a friend, she gave me another book of his (The Schwa Was Here) which was also amazing.
Now, the premise might sound a little weird and morbid, but trust me–this is a fantastic book. (And now I’m totally going to copy what I wrote on my old blog forever ago because I am too tired right now to make logical words. . .Three cheers for “copy” and “paste!”)
“What happens to people–specifically, kids–when they die? According to Shusterman, there’s a world in between ours and the afterlife. Kids who die sometimes become stuck between-worlds in a shadow land called Everlost. Nick and Allie find this out first hand when they both die in the same car crash on a lonely road next to a dead forest. When they wake up they are in a live forest wherein lives a strange boy who explains what has happened to them. Everlost is a land which is ruled by Mary, the Queen of lost kids, and is haunted by a monster named The McGill. Once the two meet Mary, Nick develops quite a crush and is content to stay, while Allie wants nothing more than to go home.
It all sounds rather dismal, but the story is told with good humor and a measure of lost-boy lightheartedness. I found the fact that Mary has created a home for lost children in the ghosts of the Twin Towers to be strangely poignant–especially when I picture all those children playing happily in front of what was once a scene of such devastation. The entire story revolves around death, but it abounds with hope.
I casually read the first half of the book, but after that point I was hooked. This was another one that I stayed up until 3:00 in the morning to finish. Once I was done, I just set the book down and laughed for the sheer brilliance of it all. The ending was so phenomenal that it is the reason that I love the book so much. If it had ended differently, I think I would have been highly irritated.”
It can be said, then, that Everlost is heaven. Perhaps not for people, but for the places that deserve a share of forever.
Such places are few and far between, these grand islands of eternity in the soupy, ever-changing world of the living. New York had its share of forever-places. The greatest of these stood near Manhattan’s southern-most tip: the two gray brothers to the green statue in the bay. The towers had found their heaven. They were a part of Everlost now, held fast, and held forever by the memories of a mourning world, and by the dignity of the souls who got where they were going on that dark September day.
(Bonus! The book has sequels! I haven’t read them yet. In fact, I just discovered their existence not long ago. Go forth and read!)