by Lauren Oliver
Releases on 02.01.2011
Source: NetGalley for Review
Before scientists found the cure, people thought love was a good thing. They didn’t understand that once love - the deliria - blooms in your blood, there is no escaping its hold. Things are different now. Scientists are able to eradicate love, and the governments demands that all citizens receive the cure upon turning eighteen. Lena Holoway has always looked forward to the day when she’ll be cured. A life without love is a life without pain: safe, measured, predictable, and happy.
But with ninety-five days left until her treatment, Lena does the unthinkable: She falls in love. (from GoodReads)
Quotes (please note that these are from an unpublished e-galley and may not reflect changes in the final print copy):
"You know you can't be happy unless you're unhappy, sometimes, right?" she whispers, and her voice is hoarse, as though she's just been crying.
He's speaking in the kind of voice that everyone uses when they are about to break you apart. Gentle - kind, even - like they can make the news sound better just by speaking in a lullaby voice. . . like you won't somehow hear the violence underneath.
It strikes me how small everything is, our whole world, everything with meaning - our stores and our raids and our jobs and our lives, even. Meanwhile, the world just goes on the same as always, night cycling into day and back into night, an endless circle; seasons shifting and reforming like a monster shaking off its skin and regrowing it again.
Love: a single world, a wispy thing, no bigger or longer than an edge. That's what it is: an edge; a razor. it draws up through the center of your life, cutting everything in two. Before and after. the rest of the world falls away on either side.