But I still enjoy it. Michael Grant’s Gone series does as yet not feature any vampires, and there isn’t all that much mooning over the opposite sex, and the parents have been got rid of in the initial poof. What at first seemed to be a bit of an action man story has gone way beyond that. We’re talking politics and religion and good and evil.
With slime. And worse. It’s so gross and disgusting that I’ve stopped taking it all in. I don’t want to imagine quite what the latest creatures really look like. Once you get eaten by worms when picking cabbages, you don’t want details. Not if you’re someone who would have poofed if in Perdido Beach. (I know. I’d be dead if eaten while in the cabbage field.)
Halfway through Plague I began wondering how many main characters you can kill off and still have enough book left. Especially with another two books to go until the end.
Plague is an evocative kind of title, and it makes you think how awful it’s going to be. And it is. The plague is really dreadful. But it’s still not the worst thing in the book.
I’m not much of a Sam or Caine fan. I mean, I obviously like Sam better than his ghastly brother Caine. But it’s among the other characters you find real people. I adore Sanjit. We have admired Edilio, and some of the others are interesting too. But Sanjit is both funny and brave and intelligent.
Michael, don’t you dare kill Sanjit!!