Series: Jagged Scars #1
Publisher: Just Add Peril on May 20, 2015
Genres: Post-Apocalyptic, Dystopia, Young Adult
Add to: Goodreads
Sixteen year old Wendy never knew the world before the Starvation. She’s learned to put her trust in her knives, and her confidence in her fighting ability. When the Skinnies attack her compound, she's the lone survivor.
Injured and near death, Wendy is rescued and nursed back to health by mysterious strangers. Her saviors offer her a place among them, but trust has never been one of Wendy's strengths, and suspicion soon leads to evidence that these people might be the group who killed her family.
The decision to get her revenge, and take the settlement down from the inside out is easy. Keeping her distance from those she must befriend in order to make it happen proves to be much more difficult.
At A Glance
I really, really loved this story.
I am still a little shocked by how much I loved Fractured Memories. I have put dystopian/post-apocalyptic reads on the back burner for a while because they just weren’t catching my attention anymore. This book reignited my fire for the genres. I was glued to every single page of this book. Seriously, the action was great, the Skinnies were freaking creepy, and the characters really made me feel for them.
So, the Skinnies are like zombies but they are alive and have a sickness that makes them crazy for raw meat. I loved the twist on kinda/sorta zombies. It really worked and I believed it. Wendy was the star of the show though. She was majorly kickass in every way. She has great control of her emotions, she could kick 5 mens’ butts no problem, and she is all about the revenge. Revenge for the people who let in Skinnies to kill all her people. Bitches with revenge in their hearts are so fucking scary. You know I’m right.
There are a lot of side characters and I loved them all, even the jackholes who tried to mess with my girl. They got theirs though. The plot came around full circle and the ending was intense. There is still some mystery about who the hell the Primate is. All I am going to say about him is that he is good at what he does. *coughs, crazy fucking cults, coughs* Anyway, Fractured Memories hit every point on my reading needs.
There are some small things I could say here but they are so small I am just not going to mention them. I would be nit-picking and this book doesn’t deserve it. Okay, one thing: the writing could have been a little better.
There is some interest shown by Wendy and some of the boys but there is no romance in this book. It wouldn’t fit in anyway.
READ THIS BOOK! I don’t know, maybe you won’t like it as much as me, but I can only go by my feelings and I feel like I love the shit out of this book. Highly recommended.
Rage welled up inside her–more than she thought possible. Cold determination rose, pushing her protesting muscles to go faster. Harder. The Skinnies would not kill these children. She wouldn’t let them. Never again would a Skinny kill a child if she could help it.
The fighters shouted at the Skinnies to stop. The Skinnies ignored them and focused on the kids. Neither party noticed Wendy darting in between obstacles.
Adrenaline coursed through Wendy’s veins, and she used every ounce of it to jump off of a box, fly through the air and hit the Skinny who held the little girl as hard as she could in the back of the neck with the make-shift club.
The Skinny crumbled to the ground, burying the little girl beneath him. Good, she’d be safe there.