From the coauthor of the New York Times bestselling Illuminae Files comes the first book in a new series that's part Romeo and Juliet, part Terminator, and all adrenaline.
On an island junkyard beneath a sky that glows with radiation, a deadly secret lies buried in the scrap. Seventeen-year-old Eve isn't looking for trouble--she's too busy looking over her shoulder. The robot gladiator she spent months building has been reduced to a smoking wreck, she's on the local gangster's wanted list, and the only thing keeping her grandpa alive is the money she just lost to the bookies. Worst of all, she's discovered she can somehow destroy machines with the power of her mind, and a bunch of puritanical fanatics are building a coffin her size because of it. If she's ever had a worse day, Eve can't remember it. The problem is, Eve has had a worse day--one that lingers in her nightmares and the cybernetic implant where her memories used to be. Her discovery of a handsome android named Ezekiel--called a "Lifelike" because they resemble humans--will bring her world crashing down and make her question whether her entire life is a lie. With her best friend Lemon Fresh and her robotic sidekick Cricket in tow, Eve will trek across deserts of glass, battle unkillable bots, and infiltrate towering megacities to save the ones she loves...and learn the truth about the bloody secrets of her past.
I had expected to like this, I really had. But somehow, the characters felt extremely one-dimensional, the love frustrated me, and the plot twists are predictable. Except the one that Ana is still alive. But Eve/Ana being a lifelike? Saw that coming from the start. It was okay. I liked reading it, I loved the world and the premise, but I could not connect with any of the characters. The logika were more developed than the lifelikes and normal people, which somehow only had one characteristic. This made me not care about the characters. It is very difficult to like a book if you do not like any of the characters in it. The whole plot falls apart at that point.
Sorry Jay Kristoff, I will still be reading your other work, but this one wasn't for me.
