with her best friend, dylan, who she's always been in love with. and new friend maddox, who seems to have a thing for her. drea is trying to make sense of all these crazy things. but the truth is something she could have never imagined. and the connections that maddox and dylan have to what is happening to drea makes everything complicated. maddox in particular blows hot and cold. you know he's more involved than he's saying, but then how his part in the story is resolved is so sudden, you feel like there were missed opportunities there.
at the end, not everything is fully revealed. and drea's journey is only just beginning by the end of road to eugenica. i'm honestly not entirely sure i understood the parallel realities and the politics of what happened and everything involving drea's parents.
mainly i'm confused about drea's dad. she has a biological father who appears only in letters or flashbacks maybe? and the man she grew up knowing as her dad, who was killed in the car accident. it seems like future installments are setting up to clarify things, but it doesn't really help me now.
**road to eugenica published on february 6, 2018. i received an advance reader copy courtesy of netgalley/entangled publishing (entangled teen) in exchange for my honest review. keep reading for more infotmation on the book, including an excerpt.
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Seriously cool.
Drea has no idea where her encyclopedic knowledge has come from, but she’ll take it when she discovers someone out there knows her secret and wants her badly. And that they’ve been searching for her since she was born.
Since she was created.
With the help of her best friend Dylan, who just wants to keep her safe, and Maddox, a mysterious new boy who is prepared to get her answers, Drea will have to push her new skills to their limit as she uncovers nothing is quite what it seems.
As she uncovers…Eugenica.
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EXCERPT
My hand peels away from the tree and reaches forward. Even with my abnormally long monkey arms, the rope is still too far. My body seizes up and my gaze drifts to the ground. Screw this. I grab ahold of the tree again. “I can’t.” Maybe I’ll just live up here, attached to this tree for the rest of my life. Or better yet, someone can shoot me with a tranquilizer dart and I’ll magically wake up on the ground. A little groggy but totally worth it.
“You got this,” Dylan hollers.
I take a long, deep breath, filling my lungs with cool air, and slowly let it out. “If I die, I’m coming back to haunt you.”
“Duly noted.”
This is it. No chickening out now. I need to get to the other side. One, two, three. In a single quick motion, I reach for the rope, my fingers wrapping around the old, weathered cord that a thousand hands have probably grabbed over and over. With my luck, it’ll snap any second now. Thumpthumpthump. My heart’s pounding in my chest, measuring the time it takes for me to move from the platform to the plank. It's forever. Finally, though, I land on it with a solid step. It shakes underneath me, jerking my still racing heart. My fingers hurt from gripping the rope so tightly. Air bursts in and out of me. But that…
That wasn’t so bad.
“See, I knew you could do it,” Dylan cheers. “Only ten more.”
Ten more. That's ten too many. But I got through this one. It wasn't even hard. For the first time I start to believe I can do this. My heart's still pounding, and sweat runs down my back in a river soaking the waistband of my jeans, but I'm not paralyzed with fear any more. I've got this. I hold onto that feeling as I hit my next mark. “I did it!” I shout.
“You’re doing great.” He takes a few steps to his left, and I get a few woots and whistles from the people below.
This isn’t so hard after all. Eight left and then only seven. The farther I go, the easier it gets. Actually, it’s almost kind of fun.
I take a split second to smile at Dylan on my way to my next target, but freeze. Behind him, in the woods, piercing green eyes stare straight at me.
It’s him.
My heart stops. Jumps up and lodges in my throat. I can’t breathe. I can’t move. Everything around him fades. No more voices from my classmates. No birds chirping. The man’s motionless, staring at me so intently his gaze burns a hole in my chest. He’s tall, with dark hair. I know this even though right now I’m towering above him. Just like I know there’s a crescent scar under those piercing green eyes. I've seen him before, in my nightmares, and in moments that feel like nightmares. The Green-eyed man watches me, and me alone. And he waits.
What does he want? And what happens on the day he decides he's done waiting? My heart stutters. Sweat crawls down my face, like a spider. Before I can stop myself, I take a quick step backward—into nothing.
Gravity takes over and pulls me down. I reach out for anything to stop it and open my mouth to release the pent-up terror in my chest, but nothing comes out.
ABOUT THE AUTHORA.M. Rose is the author of Road to Eugenica, and writer of young adult novels of all genres as long as they have a hint of romance, the drinker of too much coffee (with way too much coconut creamer), and lover of all carbohydrates. Currently, she lives in Houston, TX with her three boys (yes, her husband is in that count) and three cats. When she isn’t writing about swoony boys or ways for her MC to get into trouble, she is an avid reader, critiquer, (is that even a word?) and trampoline enthusiast. A.M. Rose is a graduate from San Diego State University with a BA in Communication and a minor in underwater basket weaving. (Okay, maybe not the basket weaving part.)
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