Blood Red Road- Moira Young


Synopsis from Goodreads.

Saba has spent her whole life in Silverlake, a dried-up wasteland ravaged by constant sandstorms. The Wrecker civilization has long been destroyed, leaving only landfills for Saba and her family to scavenge from. That’s fine by her, as long as her beloved twin brother Lugh is around. But when a monster sandstorm arrives, along with four cloaked horsemen, Saba’s world is shattered. Lugh is captured, and Saba embarks on an epic quest to get him back.

Suddenly thrown into the lawless, ugly reality of the world outside of desolate Silverlake, Saba is lost without Lugh to guide her. So perhaps the most surprising thing of all is what Saba learns about herself: she’s a fierce fighter, an unbeatable survivor, and a cunning opponent. And she has the power to take down a corrupt society from the inside. Teamed up with a handsome daredevil named Jack and a gang of girl revolutionaries called the Free Hawks, Saba stages a showdown that will change the course of her own civilization.

 

“If you know how to read the stars, you can read the story of people’s lives.”

Initial Final Page Thoughts.
Blaaaahhh I had such high hopes for this book and I thought I was going to love it. And I did until about half way through… and then I just wanted to punch things the red hot descended and things got fuzzy.

High Points.
The first half. Emmi. Jack (and his hairless chest). Ike. Tommo. Nero. The setting, Ms Young certainly knows how to set up a story and build a world. Loved it. Written in the stars. Action-packed. The language (Everyone knows I’m a Nessochist… the language really reminded me of The Chaos Walking Trilogy.) Gladiators. Gauntlet. Nero. Skinny dipping. Gee-gees. Badass girls (Again… very Answer-like, no?). Bow and arrows. Boys with swagger. Nero.

Low Point.
Saba…. I’ll deal with you later.
That effin’ heartstone. COME ON.
Epiphanies? No thanks.
I just really didn’t care about the characters enough to get sad when everything happened at the end. It should have been sad… but it wasn’t.
The whole second part of the book, basically. It was just so random. All coherence seemed to go out of the window and shreds of plot was just thrown at me with giddy abandon. I’m probably just being too fussy and harsh but I’m so disappointed because I thought I was going to love this book.
And I always get the angriest and show no mercy when I feel let down by a book that should’ve been amazing.

Heroine.
Sabby… can I call you Sabby?
No?
OK, fine I’ll just call you AFP Saba. You had all the qualities that I love in a heroine: You’re feisty, you’re a bit of a bitch, you can cage fight, you love your family…ish and boy, are you determined.
In the first half.
Then what happened? Did someone slip you some chaal? And Tell you to have absolutely no common sense? Tell you to be as oblivious as…um, an oblivious thing? Tell you to constantly pick fights with your heart’s desire for no reason? Tell you to compare your heart’s desires naked body to your brother’s naked body? (Weird, btw, Saba… weird) Tell you to be a complete and utter little madam with your sister (who did nothing to warrant your hate)? Tell you to lead your heart’s desire on and then leave him in the lurch and then whinge when he started to lose interest? Tell you to keep making stupid decisions that would put everyone in jeopardy because you had to get your own way? Tell you to ignore what anyone had told you and keep asking why that bloody heart stone kept scorching you? (JUST THROW IT IN A RAVINE IF IT CONFUSES YOUR FRAGILE LITTLE MIND TOO MUCH)

Wait…someone did slip you some chaal and make you do all of that?
That Nero has a funny sense of humour, doesn’t he?

Love Interest.
Jack, I really liked you. You’re a rebel. You lost the pony tail (Close call on that one). You were cheeky. You were rough around the edges. You could hold your own against a killer worm.
You are exactly how I take my men…. But then you had to go and spoil it all, didn’t you? By singing like a freakNo. It’s not fate. It’s you being a typical boy and fancying the unattainable girl and then confusing fate with insta-love. And it’s your own fault. And you’ll have to suffer the consequences. And when I say consequences I mean being with the moodiest cow in all of the land FOREVER. Or at least the next two books (minus the chapters they fall out for no reason).
HA.
For the record, I’m fully Team DeMalo.
Just me? OK.

Best Friend/Sister.
I HAD SO MUCH LOVE FOR THE HAWKS AND EMMI.
See? I am capable of being positive.

Baddie.
The King…. I just… WHAT. Why did he keep referring to himself in the third person? Why didn’t he die? I’m sorry… did I miss the bit where we were told he a psycho killer from a slasher film?! And if he was so obviously B.A.N.A.N.A.S then why did grown, fearsome men play his little games and believe his crazy ideas? I just didn’t understand. AT ALL.
Theme Tune.

All sparks will burn out in the end.
That really sums up my thoughts for this book. What a shame.

Angst Level.
100/10. That’s right. And about 2% of that was genuine sadness… mostly in the first few chapters. And a tiny bit at the end.
The rest, ladies and gentlemen, is 98% of complete and utter boy angst. Seriously. Seriously. We were told you were a warrior. A badass. You can shoot a bow and arrow. But when you are near someone of the male disposition you start spewing all this “I ‘ate him and his crooked grin”/ “But actually, he’s jest Jack. And this weird necklace thing is buzzin’ and burnin’ at me… but I don’t know why” *sexysexyflirtyflirtyleadthepoorboyon* “What nooo. I hate you. Yer annoyin’ and I can’t do this.” *silenttreatmentforafewchapters* “His silver moonlight eyes are lookin’ pretty fine right now.” “Maybe I do fancy ‘im. I just wish I had some way of knowing how I felt about Jack but alas, no. I just have this necklace that is melting into my skin whenever I’m near him. I’m sure that supposed to mean something…. Never mind. I hate you.”
Saba, I don’t mean to be rude… but aren’t you supposed to be looking for Lugh? Y’know… saving your brother’s life. Not ogling the waxed-chest wonder with his swagger-boots and basically being ridiculous over your complicated feelings for him?
That’s my job.

Recommended For.
Everyone who isn’t me and my friends who read this with me, apparently. Seriously. I think there is something wrong with my mind. I feel like I’m going to get shunned from the YA community and lynched and other terrible things.
People who like dystopian books. People who like adventure books. People who like strong, kick ass heroines until they turn to Play-Doh when a boy walks past. People who like books with a fantastic setting. People who know who wish they had a sassy crow sidekick. People who get excited at the prospect of singing killer worms bringing us home.

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9 thoughts on “Blood Red Road- Moira Young

  1. LOL. thi review was so entertaining to read.

    i read half this book … and then my galley expired. am kind of happy to leave it there even though i was mostly having a good time :)

  2. Haha, thanks guys.
    I'm glad I'm not the only one who had problems with this book. I was quite anxious to post this one. :)
    If the second half had been as good as the first it would have been fantastic! Boo.

  3. LOL oh my, I officially adore your reviews. Can I come visit that awesomely funny mind of yours some day? Thanks.

    Sad that the second half of this book was a fail for you – maybe I should just read halfway through and then set it aside so it maintains it's kickass awesomeness? But then I might not understand about these killer singing worms… call my crazy, but I'm totally curious. And a little weirded out.

  4. Brodie- Of course you can! It gets very lonley here. :-P
    Like I mentioned in my disclaimer, I think I'm part of the 2% who didn't love this book, so you might be part of the other group! You should definitely read it, I'd love to hear your thoughts.

    Haha, the singing killer worms unfortunately doesn't happen. My friends and I were trying to salvage parts of the books that we liked and put them together to make a satisfying ending… and that is what we came up with.

    One day there will be a book about singing killer worms…. and I bet us two will be first in line!

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