Dean, Alex, and the other survivors of the Monument 14 have escaped the disaster zone and made it to the safety of a Canadian refugee camp. Some of the kids have been reunited with their families, and everyone is making tentative plans for the future. And then, Niko learns that his lost love, Josie, has survived!
Or is it?
For Josie, separated from the group and presumed dead, life has gone from bad to worse. Trapped in a terrible prison camp with other exposed O's and traumatized by her experiences, she has given up all hope of rescue. Meanwhile, scared by the government's unusual interest in her pregnancy, Astrid—along with her two protectors, Dean and Jake—joins Niko on his desperate quest to be reunited with Josie.
In Monument 14: Savage Drift, the stunningly fierce conclusion to the Monument 14 trilogy, author Emmy Laybourne ups the stakes even higher for a group of kids who have continually survived the unthinkable. Can they do so one last time?
About the Author
EMMY LAYBOURNE is a novelist, teacher, and former character actress. Emmy's Monument 14 trilogy has earned critical praise ("Frighteningly real… riveting" - New York Times Book Review, Editor's Choice) and has been nominated by readers to the YALSA Teens Top Ten in 2013 and 2014. Before her life as an author, Emmy performed original comedy on Comedy Central, MTV, and VH1; and acted in the movies Superstar, The In-Laws, and Nancy Drew, among others. Emmy lives outside New York City with her husband, two kids, and a flock of 8 nifty chickens.
Emmy Laybourne is a screenwriter, lyricist, and actress. She has acted in movies, television, and improv groups including Chicago City Limits. She lives in Chestnut Ridge, New York, with her husband and their two children. She is the author of the Monument 14 trilogy.
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Monument 14: Savage Drift
By Emmy Laybourne
Feiwel and FriendsCopyright © 2013 Emmy Laybourne
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Niko's eyes flashed to our faces, one by one.
"Josie's alive!" he repeated. "She's being held against her will in Missouri!"
We all boggled at the newspaper he was holding out. It was Josie. He was right.
"I'm going to get her. Who's coming with me?"
I didn't know what to say. I'm sure my mouth was gaping open like a beached fish.
"Let us see the thing, Niko. Are you sure?" Jake said. Ever the politician, he stepped forward and took the paper from Niko.
"Is it really Josie? Are you sure?" Caroline asked. All the kids swarmed to Jake.
"Hold on, hold on. Let me set it down."
Jake put the paper down on the bedsheet that Mrs. McKinley had laid down as a picnic blanket. We were out on the green, celebrating the twins' sixth birthday.
"It's Josie! It's Josie, it really is!" Max crowed. "I thought for sure she got blowed up!"
"Careful with the paper!" Niko said. The kids were pushing and jostling for a better look. Luna, our fluffy white mascot, was up in Chloe's arms, yipping and licking anyone's face she could reach. She was just as excited as the rest of us.
"Somebody read it out loud, already!" Chloe complained.
"Now, Chloe. How would you ask in a polite way?" Mrs. McKinley reprimanded her.
"Somebody read it out loud already, PLEASE!"
Good luck, Mrs. McKinley.
Mrs. McKinley started to read the article. It said that the conditions at the type O containment camp were negligent and prisoners were being abused. It said that there was limited medical aid reaching the refugees inside. It said that if Booker hadn't given the power to govern these containment camps to individual states, none of this would have happened.
But I was just watching Niko.
He was bouncing on the soles of his feet.
Action. That's what he'd been missing, I realized.
Niko was a kid who thrived on structure and being productive. Here at the Quilchena luxury golf club turned refugee containment camp, there was plenty of structure, but almost nothing to do besides watch the twenty-four-hour cycle of depressing news from around the country and wait in lines.
Niko'd been wasting away — consumed with grief and guilt about losing Josie on the road from Monument to the Denver International Airport evacuation site. And he'd been starving for something to do.
And now he thought he was going to rescue Josie.
Which, of course, was completely absurd.
Niko started to pace as Mrs. McKinley finished the article.
The kids had a lot of questions. Where is Missouri? Why is Josie being hit by that guard? Can they see her soon? Can they see her today?
But Niko cut through the chatter with a question of his own.
"Do you think Captain McKinley can get us to her?" he asked Mrs. M. "I mean, if he got permission, he could fly us, right?"
"I think if we go through proper channels, we should be able to get her transferred here. I mean, obviously you children cannot go down there and get her yourselves," Mrs. McKinley said.
I shared a look with Alex — she didn't know Niko.
He'd already packed a backpack in his mind.
He turned to me.
"I think if you and me and Alex go, we'd have the best chances," Niko told me.
Astrid looked at me sideways. Don't worry, I told her with my eyes.
"Niko, we need to think this through," I said.
"What's there to think through? She needs us! Look, look at this picture. There's a man hitting her! We have to get there NOW. Like, tonight!"
He was ranting, a bit.
Mrs. Dominguez edged in.
"Come, kids. We play more football." Her English was a mite better than Ulysses's. She led the kids away, out onto the green. Her older sons helped, drawing the little ones and Luna out onto the field.
Mrs. McKinley joined them, leaving us "big kids" — me, Astrid, Niko, Jake, Alex, and Sahalia — standing next to the picnic blanket and the remains of the twins' birthday feast. (It featured a package of chocolate-covered doughnuts and a bag of Cheez Doodles.) There had also been some rolls and apples from the "Clubhouse" — that was what everyone called the main building of the resort. It housed the dining hall, the offices, and the rec room.
Astrid, who seemed more pregnant by the minute, had eaten her share, my share, and Jake's share. I loved watching her eat. She could really put it away.
Her stomach looked like it was getting bigger every day. She had definitely "popped," as they say. Even her belly button had popped. It stood out, springy and cheerful, always bouncing back.
When Astrid would let them, the little kids took turns playing with her belly button. I sort of wanted to play with it too, but couldn't bring myself to ask.
Anyway, the little kids didn't need to hear us fight, so I was glad they herded them away. Mrs. McKinley worked hard to arrange this little party and the twins should enjoy it.
Niko's eyes were snapping and there was a little flush of color on his tan face. That only happened when he was really mad — otherwise he's kind of monotone. Straight brown hair, brown eyes, light brown skin.
"I can't believe none of you care," Niko said. "Josie's alive. She should be with us. Instead, she's locked up in that hellhole. We have to go get her."
"Niko, she's thousands of miles from here, across the border," I said.
"What about your uncle?" Alex asked. "Once we get in touch with your uncle, maybe he can go get her himself. Missouri's not so far from Pennsylvania, compared with Vancouver."
"It won't work," Niko interrupted. "We've got to go get her now. She's in danger!"
"Niko," Astrid said. "You're upset —"
"You don't even know what she did for us!"
"We do, Niko," Alex said. He put a hand on Niko's shoulder. "If she hadn't gone O, we'd be dead. We know that. If she hadn't killed those people, we'd be dead."
"Yeah," Sahalia added. She was wearing a set of painter's coveralls rolled up to the knee, with a red bandanna around her waist. She looked utterly, shockingly cool, as usual. "Whatever we have to do to get her back, we'll do it."
"Fine," Niko spat. He waved us away with his hands, as if to dismiss us. "I'll go alone. It's better that way."
"Niko, we all want Josie free," Astrid said. "But you have to be reasonable!"
"I think Niko's right. He should go get her," Jake announced. "If there's anyone on this black-stained, effedup earth who can get to her, it's Niko Mills."
I looked at him: Jake Simonsen, all cleaned up. On antidepressants. Working out. Getting tan again. He and his dad were always tossing a football around.
Astrid was so happy about how well he's doing.
My teeth were clenched and I wanted so badly to punch him.
"Come on, Jake!" I said. "Don't do that. Don't make Niko think this is possible. He can't cross the border and get to Missouri and break her out of jail!" I continued. "It's crazy!"
"Says Mr. Safe. Says Mr. Conservative!" Jake countered.
"Don't make this about you and me!" I shouted. "This is about Niko's safety!"
"Guys, you have to stop fighting!" Sahalia yelled.
"Yeah, watch it, Dean. You'll go O on us."
I took two steps and was up in his face.
"Don't you ever, EVER talk about me going O again," I growled. His sunny grin was gone now and I saw he wanted the fight as bad as I did.
"You guys are a-holes," Astrid said. She pushed us apart. "This is about NIKO and JOSIE. Not you two and your territorial idiot wars."
"Actually, this is supposed to be a party for the twins," Sahalia reminded us. "And we're ruining it."
I saw the little kids were watching us. Caroline and Henry were holding hands, their eyes wide and scared.
"Real mature, you guys," Sahalia said. "You two had better get it together. You're going to be dads, for God's sake!"
I stalked away.
Maybe Astrid would think I was being childish, but it was either walk away or take Jake's head off.
Niko's uncle's farm was the common daydream that kept Niko, Alex, and Sahalia going. And me and Astrid, too, to a degree.
Niko's uncle lived in a big, broken-down farmhouse on a large but defunct fruit tree farm in rural Pennsylvania. Niko and Alex had schemes for fixing up the farmhouse, reinvigorating the crops. Somehow they thought the farm could house all of us and our families when and not if we found them.
It was a good dream anyway. Unless the farm was overrun with refugees.CHAPTER 2
I keep to myself.
The Josie who took care of everyone — that girl's dead.
She was killed in an aspen grove off the highway somewhere between Monument and Denver.
She was killed along with a deranged soldier.
(I killed her when I killed the solider.)
* * *
I am a girl with a rage inside that threatens to boil over every minute of the day.
All of us here are O types who were exposed. Some of us have been tipped into madness by the compounds.
It depends on how long you were exposed.
I was out there for more than two days, best we can piece together.
* * *
Myself, I work on self-control every moment of the waking day. I have to be on guard against my own blood.
I see others allow it to take over. Fights erupt. Tempers flare over an unfriendly glance, a stubbed toe, a bad dream.
If someone gets really out of control, the guards lock them in the study rooms at Hawthorn.
If someone really, really loses it, sometimes the guards take them and they don't come back.
It makes it worse that we're just a little stronger than we were before. Tougher. The cycle of healing, a bit speeded-up. Not so much you notice, but old ladies not using their canes. Pierced-ear holes closing up.
More energy in the cells, is what the inmates say.
They call it the O advantage.
It's our only one.
* * *
The Type O Containment Camp at Old Mizzou is a prison, not a shelter.
The blisterers (type A), the paranoid freaks (type AB), and the people who've been made sterile (type B) are at refugee camps where there's more freedom. More food. Clean clothes. TV.
But all of the people here at Mizzou have type O blood and were exposed to the compounds. So the authorities decided we are all murderers (probably true — certainly is for me) and penned us in together. Even the little kids.
"Yes, Mario," I say when he starts to grumble about how wrong it all is. "It's unjust. Goes against our rights."
But every time my fingers itch to bash some idiot's nose in, I suspect they were right to do it.
* * *
I remember my Gram talking about fevers. I remember her sitting on the edge of my bed, putting a clammy washcloth on my forehead.
"Gram," I cried. "My head hurts."
I didn't say it aloud, but I was begging for Tylenol and she knew it.
"I could give you something, my baby girl, but then your fever would die, and fever's what makes you strong."
I would cry, and the tears themselves seemed boiling hot.
"A fever comes in and burns up your baby fat. It burns up the waste in your tissue. It moves you along in your development. Fevers are very good, darlin'. They make you invincible."
Did I feel stronger, afterward? I did. I felt clean. I felt tough.
Gram made me feel like I was good through and through and I would never do wrong.
* * *
I'm glad Gram is long dead. I wouldn't want her to know me now. Because the O rage comes on like a fever but it burns your soul up. Your body it makes strong and your mind it lulls to sleep with bloodlust and you can recover from that. But after you kill, your soul buckles. It won't lie flat; like a warped frying pan, it sits on the burner and rattles, uneven.
* * *
You can never breathe the same way again because every breath is one you stole from corpses rotting, unburied, where you left them to bleed out.
* * *
It's my fault that Mario is here in "the Virtues" with me. The Virtues are a quad of buildings with inspiring names: Excellence, Responsibility, Discovery, and Respect, as well as a dining hall and two other dorms, all contained by not one but two chain-link fences, each topped with razor wire. Welcome to the University of Missouri at Columbia, post-apocalypse edition.
I remember when Mario and I first passed through the gates. I wondered what the gates were protecting us from. Stupid.
At the screening and sorting, we had placidly submitted to the mandatory blood typing. We had told our story. Mario could have gone to a different camp — he's AB. But he wouldn't leave me.
A tall guard with bright blue eyes and not much hair signed off on us.
He looked at Mario's paperwork.
"You're in the wrong place, old-timer," he told Mario.
"This girl here is my responsibility. We prefer to stay together."
The guard looked us over, nodding his head in a way I did not like.
"You 'prefer,' do you?" he said, pronouncing the words slowly. "Little girl found herself a 'sugar daddy'?"
"Come on now, there's no need to be crass," Mario grouched in his way. "She's fifteen years old. She's a child."
The smile slipped off the guard's face.
"Not in here," he said. "In here she's a threat. I'm going to give you one last chance — you need to go. You think you're being high and mighty, protecting the girl. But this camp ain't no place for an old man like you. You should go."
"I appreciate your concern, but I'll stay with my friend."
I didn't like this. A six-foot-tall bully looking down on frail, elderly Mario like he meant to flatten him, and Mario looking back with undisguised contempt.
I got antsy, started making fists and releasing them. Maybe I shifted from foot to foot.
The guard took hold of my jaw and forced me to look up into his face.
"How long were you out there?" he asked.
"She was out for just a short while," Mario said.
"I DIDN'T ASK YOU, OLD MAN!" the guard shouted.
He tightened his grip on my jaw, gave my head a shake.
"My name's Ezekiel Venger, and I'm one of the head guards here. Now, how long?"
"I don't remember," I said.
He let me go.
"I know you're trouble, Miss Fifteen. I can tell which ones are dangerous. That's why they put me in charge. You better watch yourself. I'm not gonna give you an inch of wiggle room. Not one sorry inch."
"Yes, sir," I said.
I know when to call someone sir.
You call someone sir if you respect him. If he's older than you. If he's in a position of authority. Or if he's got a nightstick and a chip on his shoulder.
* * *
Mario is my only friend.
He thinks I am a good person. He's wrong, but I don't argue with him. He tells me he believes in me.
We share a two-person suite with four others. I am not the only one Mario is protecting. He volunteered to sponsor four kids, and this is why they allowed him to be with us up on the second floor of Excellence. All the other suites on the second floor are just women and children.
It's only men on the first floor and it's rough down there.
* * *
I share a bed with Lori. She's fourteen. She has brown hair and white skin and huge brown eyes that look so sad sometimes I want to punch her in the face.
* * *
She's told me her story. She's from Denver and she and her folks were hiding out in their apartment but they ran out of food. By the time they made it to the airport the evacuations had begun. They were among the last of the people there so when the rioting began — with people clawing and trampling one another as the sky over Colorado Springs lit up — her mother was killed. Then her father fell between the Jetway and the door of the plane as he shoved her in.
I didn't want to hear her story. I wanted it to fall away from my ears, like beads of water on wax paper, but the words stuck in. Water, water, water. Lori is all water.
Lori lies against me at night and weeps and gets the pillow wet.
I know, I know I should comfort her. It wouldn't take much. What? A pat on the back. A hug.
But there is no compassion left in me.
Like I said, that Josie is dead.
What do I give to her? I give her the warmth of my sleeping body. That's all she can have. Escaping heat.
* * *
I should tell you about the other three. Yes, I should name them. Tell you about them and tell you what they look like and their sweet, scared smiles and how Heather looks like Batiste, her oval face very sincere and serious. Half Asian. How one of the boys is always getting words wrong. Nemolade for lemonade. Callerpitter for caterpillar. Bob wire for barbed wire. Cute, innocent, annoying, traumatized. Sweet, demanding, lost, and present. There is nothing I can do for them and I want nothing to do with them.
Every day I wish Mario had not taken them in. The orphan Os.
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Table of Contents
Letters to the Editor,
Chapter One: Dean,
Chapter Two: Josie,
Chapter Three: Dean,
Chapter Four: Josie,
Chapter Five: Dean,
Chapter Six: Josie,
Chapter Seven: Dean,
Chapter Eight: Josie,
Chapter Nine: Dean,
Chapter Ten: Josie,
Chapter Eleven: Dean,
Chapter Twelve: Josie,
Chapter Thirteen: Dean,
Chapter Fourteen: Josie,
Chapter Fifteen: Dean,
Chapter Sixteen: Josie,
Chapter Seventeen: Dean,
Chapter Eighteen: Josie,
Chapter Nineteen: Dean,
Chapter Twenty: Josie,
Chapter Twenty-One: Dean,
Chapter Twenty-Two: Josie,
Chapter Twenty-Three: Dean,
Chapter Twenty-Four: Josie,
Chapter Twenty-Five: Dean,
Chapter Twenty-Six: Josie,
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Dean,
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Josie,
Chapter Twenty-Nine: Dean,
Chapter Thirty: Josie,
Chapter Thirty-One: Dean,
Chapter Thirty-Two: Josie,
Chapter Thirty-Three: Dean,
Chapter Thirty-Four: Josie,
Chapter Thirty-Five: Dean,
Chapter Thirty-Six: Josie,
Chapter Thirty-Seven: Dean,
Chapter Thirty-Eight: Josie,
Chapter Thirty-Nine: Dean,
Chapter Forty: Josie,
Chapter Forty-One: Dean,
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I absolutely love this book! There is a few love scenes, not detailed, but you know what's going on, so I'd say 13-14+ age-wise. In addition, the book is so realistic, and the ending brings you tears. Hope you enjoy!
MUST READ BOOK
One of my favorite series
This is the best series ever. It is filled with adventure and love and excitement, and depression. This is the best series ever!!!!!!!!
Excellent. Really fun and terrifing at the same time.
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Emmy laybourne did it again with her third book in the Monument 14 trilogy! A great and reccomended read! For older audences who can appreciate an outstanding read for sure. Keep writing Emmy! :) -bookworm14
It’s the conclusion, what I have finally been waiting for but I am not really ready for it to be over. There was something about how the characters cared for each other even though they had a wide range of ages. It was their compassion, how they supported each other and spirit within the group that banded the group together. They had fun yet they fought and encouraged for each other, even the tiniest individual in the pack. They formed a family even though they all were hoping that their maternal families had somehow made it through the whole ordeal and it was this bond, which set them apart. In this last installment, it’s the voices of Josie and Dean that are prominent; I really should say they are key to moving the group towards their target goal. It’s not just their voice that keeps the group in line but their actions somehow that pushes the group just where they need to be at the precise moment, perhaps it is just the luck of the draw but someone is looking out for them. When the group sees Josie’s picture in the paper at a Type O Containment Camp, they know they just can’t leave her there. Inside their own camp, it’s the who, what, where, and why questions that quietly float among the older teens as they contemplate on their own escape and how to find Josie. Astrid wants to go, as there are girls in her conditions being removed daily and no one is telling why. If all ends well, they’re all planning to meet up in Pennsylvania at the farm, this has been discussed long ago, it’s just all the details on getting there that are getting in the way. Back at Josie’s camp, she knows since she’s an O, this has affected her and she doesn’t let anything stand in her way. She has a temper, she doesn’t like to be taken advantage of nor does she like her friends to be walked on. As the story is told in alternating chapters, the story moves quickly and their journey is definitely memorable. The ending had me falling out of my chair as I just wanted the story to end, the suspense of one journey was enough but two- it was intense.
This was definitely not the best book in the series. This book, like Sky On Fire, is split into two points of view. Josie is stuck in the Mizzou containment camp for O blood types. Life there is very harsh. Almost everyone there is a savage, and if it weren't for Mario Scietto, Josie would be too. Josie's character is revealed brilliantly through the story as she struggles against her blood and pushes away the girl she used to be. In the very first paragraph of her POV, Josie claims that, "The Josie who took care of everyone- that girl's dead.... She was killed along with a deranged soldier. ( I killed her when I killed the soldier)." Josie has trouble finding the real her who is buried deep inside and not fully there for most of the book. Some of the scenes in Josie's perspective are very intense, and frightening at times. But Josie's story is so much better than Dean's. Parts of Dean's story are filled with action, but generally not as intense as Josie's. Dean, Astrid, Niko, and Jake have escaped Quilchena for two reasons: to find Josie and to save Astrid from the government testing on her unborn child. The drifts are a constant threat on their journey as it's possible the rumours are real and the drifts exist. One of the most annoying things about Dean in this story is his obsession with Astrid. He is constantly claiming, both in his head and out loud, that he loves her, she is beautiful, et cetera et cetera. You literally cannot go one page without him worrying about her. He is also constantly fighting with Jake, who still wants Astrid and causes the same repetetive scene over and over again. Another thing that bothers me about the Dean and Astrid relationship is that they are so certain they love each other after knowing each other for only one month. It's very hard to believe it's not just a mutual infatuation that can only last so long. I liked the ending a lot. In the end, it was a better book. I liked this, but the first two books were better. 3 stars
Great ending to the trilogy. Bringing everyone back together really tied the story together in the end. Not 100% sure what the drift was exactly. Government? Natural? Who knows.
I really enjoyed the first two books so of course I loved this one as well. This one wasn't as action packed as the other two, in my opinion. But I love post apocalyptic novels of course I loved this one too. All and all I thought it was a great series!
I love post apocalyptic novel and truly loved and enjoyed Monument 14 as well as Sky on Fire. I especially loved Monument 14 because I loved the setting.. locked inside a big supermarket where everything is available.. when I was younger, I wished that would happen to me. Anyways, back to the story. I liked this world, I really did, and this is told from two POVs, Dean, our main guy, and Josie, which came as a surprise to me. However Josie is what redeemed Savage Drift for me because I had a ton of issues with Dean.. oh Dean. My Goodreads status updates sort of tell you my feelings towards him. So in order to make this review spoiler free for the whole series, I won't be discussing the events in the book. However I will focus on the characters and their development. The first guy is Dean.. he was the main narrator in Monument 14 and at that time I was able to enjoy his POV.. however his obsession with Astrid, a girl he's always had a crush on, did get on my nerve at times. However it reached an all time high in Savage Drift. He was so immature and everything had to lead back to Astrid and his jealousy. I rolled my eyes so many times while reading this book. I honestly wished the book was told from Alex, his younger brother's POV. But like I mentioned before, Josie saved this book. Her initial chapters felt so robotic, and I could truly feel her pain.. her need to not get closer to anyone as well as her need to ignore her emotions and feelings. The things Josie went through were horrific. I loved that even though she's only 14, she is selfless and cares for so many people, even if she never wants to admit it. Her chapters were so thrilling and scary and gruesome at times. She was a perfect narrator.Lastly, and the thing that also annoyed me, is how so many plot lines were open ended.. loose ends weren't tied and I kept on reading the last couple of pages, trying to see if this plot line was mentioned or this person and his/her whereabouts were given to us.. but nothing. As if, only the original cast are the ones that mattered, and not the ones that we actually met in this third book and actually grew attached with. Still, all in all, while I thought the last book, Savage Drift, let me down a bit, mainly because of Dean, I really did enjoy and loved this trilogy. One of the really good post apocalyptic series out there.
It was an alright ending but it left too many untied ends. It did not talk at all about how Dean's mother was injured or how they survived to that camp and get Alex. It also did not say what happened to the other pregnant mothers that were taken away or what Bayden's dad even wanted with Josie's spinal fluid anyway. It is a nice series to read but i hope that their are more short stories to wrap everthing up
A great conclusion to a compelling series!
Ok he bumps he in the flank jokingly
Not as Strong as Rest of Series If you haven't read the novella that falls between books one and two, <em>What Mario Scietto Says</em> , I strongly advise reading it before starting in on the final book of the trilogy. It will give you more insight into a strange relationship that shows up later on. Goodreads Blurb: <blockquote>The stunningly fierce conclusion to Emmy Laybourne's Monument 14 trilogy. The survivors of the Monument 14 have finally made it to the safety of a Canadian refugee camp. Dean and Alex are cautiously starting to hope that a happy ending might be possible. But for Josie, separated from the group and trapped in a brutal prison camp for exposed Type Os, things have gone from bad to worse. Traumatized by her experiences, she has given up all hope of rescue or safety. Meanwhile, scared by the government's unusual interest in her pregnancy, Astrid (with her two protectors, Dean and Jake in tow) joins Niko on his desperate quest to be reunited with his lost love Josie. Author Emmy Laybourne reaches new heights of tension and romance in this action-packed conclusion to the Monument 14 trilogy.</blockquote> As with the first two books, this one has its share of action, danger, and suspense. Yet it all felt a bit too contrived, with all the loose ends being tied up too neatly. I think that the series might have ended on a higher note had it only been two books (not including the novellas). The moments of danger didn't feel as potent to me, nor as emotionally compelling. That may simply be a case of burnout on my part, having read all the books within a 12-hour period. Yet I suspect that isn't really the reason, having just finished a substantially larger ten-book epic fantasy series in the same fashion, reading each book back-to-back within a two day period. So I stand by my impression that this book was a reach on the author's part. I don't know if she simply wanted to square everything away, or if it was due to a contractual arrangement, or if she sincerely felt that this book would add to the overall story as a whole. Regardless of the answer, I find myself disappointed with the way this series ended. Too much of a little Pollyana Sunshine attitude going on for my taste. It clashed with the overall tone if the other books. However I did enjoy the way the story was split between different POVs for each chapter. And Josie's experiences were fascinating and felt much more in line with the rest of the series than any of the other story lines taking place at the same time. There was also a degree of self-awareness for some characters that had been missing previously, and was refreshing to witness taking place in this book. Either way, it is still worth taking the time to read this final book. Obviously not everyone will agree with my opinion, and I'm sure many people will love this book. I simply don't happen to be one of them. It just all felt too easy for me. But I can live with that, nor do I consider my time spent reading this book as being wasted. So that must say something positive for the book, right?
Monument 14 is my fav kind of book they are books for people that like lots of killing and death