Day 21 (The Hundred #2)
Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
September 16, 2014
320 pages
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No one has set foot on Earth in centuries -- until now.
It's been 21 days since the hundred landed on Earth. They're the only humans to set foot on the planet in centuries...or so they thought. Facing an unknown enemy, Wells attempts to keep the group together. Clarke strikes out for Mount Weather, in search of other Colonists, while Bellamy is determined to rescue his sister, no matter the cost. And back on the ship, Glass faces an unthinkable choice between the love of her life and life itself.
In this pulse-pounding sequel to Kass Morgan's The 100, secrets are revealed, beliefs are challenged, and relationships are tested. And the hundred will struggle to survive the only way they can -- together.
Day 21 is the sequel to last year's
The 100 (you can find my review
here), the Hundred series is what the CW show
The 100 was inspired by.
If you both read
The 100 and are watching the show, chances are it will be a bit confusing at first to jump back into the book Hundred's world. Things are the same enough to obviously be the same world but characters are different (merged, replaced, altered) enough that remembering which storyline fits where can take a second. Luckily, they are different enough and enough recap is given, that you'll be back in the book's world quickly.
I really love that we're pulled right back into their stories without a time lag. So much happened after the landing on Earth - good, bad, dangerous, unknown - and I'm really happy this wasn't an example of, 'and now it's two months later and they have done x, y, and z.' We are able to continue on this journey of discovery with them--discovery of both the world they now inhabit and of each other.
Readers and the characters now know that the hundred are not the only people on Earth. The questions remains: Are they safe? Can those already on the planet be trusted? Or are they an enemy? It's the answers to those questions that bring about interesting events and really tell who the characters are.
New relationships were introduced and old relationships challenged in
The 100 and now we can see when all of those relationships are put even more to the test. We are once again given peeks into the characters' pasts (aboard the ship). Those glimpses bring a fuller understanding of life on the ship, how that society functioned, as well as who the characters are. We get a good idea of their character prior to landing on Earth and can see how they've stayed true to themselves . . . or how they've changed.
Though they are all criminals, there are a lot of differences in the hundred and we really see that come out in
Day 21. From how they react to danger to how they treat each other, there are clearly some you would want to with you to rediscover a planet and others you'd really hope were on another mission.
One of the things I did not like so much about
The 100 was its lack of surprise. There just were not a lot of startling revelations, either because they were too strongly foreshadowed or they just didn't happen. In
Day 21, though, there were quite a few surprises ind unexpected turns of events and discoveries. The things that were not surprising were because they had happened on the show so they're happening in the book seemed to follow.
The ending of
Day 21 holds so much potential for what is to come. Based on what the characters have uncovered, all of the promise that holds for what is (possibly) to come and everything that transpired right up until the end, I'm really hoping there will be a Book 3 and soon! I cannot wait to read it.
Can't wait until tomorrow (its release) to get started on
Day 21? Get started with the excerpt below:
Excerpt & Author Bio:
Chapter 1 - Wells
by Kass Morgan
Author of The 100 and its sequel Day 21
No one wanted to stand near the grave. Although four of
their own were already buried in the makeshift cemetery, the rest of the
hundred were still disturbed by the idea of lowering a body into the ground.
No one wanted to stand with their backs to the trees either.
Since the attack, a creaking branch had become enough to make the anxious
survivors jump. And so, the nearly one hundred people who'd gathered to say
good-bye to Asher stood in a tightly packed semicircle, their eyes darting
between the corpse on the ground and the shadows in the forest.
The comforting crackle of the fire was conspicuously absent.
They'd run out of firewood last night, and no one had been willing to venture
out for more. Wells would've gone himself, but he'd been busy digging the
grave. No one had volunteered for that job either, except for a tall, quiet
Arcadian boy named Eric.
"Are we sure he's really dead?" Molly whispered,
edging back from the deep hole, as if worried it might swallow her up as well.
She was only thirteen but looked younger. At least, she'd used to. Wells
remembered helping her after the crash, when tears and ash had streaked her
round cheeks. Now the girl's face was thin, almost gaunt, and there was a cut
on her forehead that didn't look like it'd been properly cleaned.
Wells's eyes flashed involuntarily to Asher's neck, to the
ragged wound where the arrow had pierced his throat. It'd been two days since
Asher died, two days since the mysterious figures materialized on the
ridge, upending everything the Colonists had ever been told, everything they
thought they knew.
They had been sent to Earth as living test subjects, the
first people to set foot on the planet in three hundred years. But they were
mistaken.
Some people had never left.
It had all happened so quickly. Wells hadn't realized
anything was wrong until Asher fell to the ground, gagging as he swiped
desperately at the arrow lodged in his throat. That's when Wells spun around --
and saw them. Silhouetted against the setting sun, the strangers looked more
like demons than humans. Wells had blinked, half expecting the figures to
vanish. There was no way they were real.
But hallucinations didn't shoot arrows.
After his calls for help went unheeded, Wells had carried
Asher to the infirmary tent, where they stored the medical supplies they'd
salvaged from the fire. But it was no use. By the time Wells began frantically
digging for bandages, Asher was already gone.
How could there be people on Earth? It was
impossible. No one had survived the Cataclysm. That was incontrovertible, as
deeply ingrained in Wells's mind as the fact that water froze at 0 degrees
Celsius, or that planets revolved around the sun. And yet, he'd seen them with
his own eyes. People who certainly hadn't come down on the dropship from the Colony. Earthborns.
"He's dead," Wells said to Molly as he rose
wearily to his feet before realizing that most of the group was staring at him.
A few weeks ago, their expressions would've been full of distrust, if not
outright contempt. No one believed that the Chancellor's son had actually been
Confined. It'd been all too easy for Graham to convince them that Wells had
been sent to spy for his father. But now, they were looking at him expectantly.
In the chaos after the fire, Wells had organized teams to
sort through the remaining supplies and start building permanent structures.
His interest in Earth architecture, once a source of annoyance to his pragmatic
father, had enabled Wells to design the three wooden cabins that now stood in
the center of the clearing.
Wells glanced up at the darkening sky. He'd give anything to
have the Chancellor see the cabins eventually. Not to prove a point -- after
seeing his father shot on the launch deck, Wells's resentment had drained
faster than the color from the Chancellor's cheeks. Now he only wished his
father would someday get to call Earth home. The rest of the Colony was
supposed to join them once conditions on Earth were deemed safe, but twenty-one days had
passed without so much as a glimmer from the sky.
As Wells lowered his eyes back to the ground, his thoughts
returned to the task at hand: saying farewell to the boy they were about to
send to a much darker resting place.
A girl next to him shivered. "Can we move this
along?" she said. "I don't want to stand out here all night."
"Watch your tone," another girl named Kendall
snapped, her delicate lips drawn into a frown. At first, Wells had assumed she
was a fellow Phoenician, but he'd eventually realized that her haughty stare
and clipped cadence were just an impression of the girls Wells had grown up
with. It was a fairly common practice among young Waldenites and Arcadians,
although he'd never met anyone who did it quite as well as Kendall.
Wells turned his head from side to side, searching for
Graham, the only other Phoenician aside from Wells and Clarke. He didn't
generally like letting Graham take control of the group, but the other boy had
been friends with Asher and was better equipped than Wells to speak at his
funeral. However, his was one of the few faces missing from the crowd -- aside
from Clarke's. She'd set off right after the fire with Bellamy to search for
his sister, leaving nothing but the memory of the five toxic words she'd hurled
at Wells before she left: You destroy everything you touch.
© 2014 by Alloy Entertainment
Author Bio
Kass Morgan, New York Times bestselling author of The 100 and
its sequel Day 21, received a bachelor's degree from Brown University
and a master's from Oxford University. She currently works as an editor and
lives in Brooklyn, New York. For more information please visit
http://alloyentertainment.com/ and follow
the author on
Twitter
thank you to Anna at FSB Associates for the egalley, through NetGalley, for review and excerpt to post
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