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324 pages, Paperback
First published April 28, 2015
"Can we please stop talking about dead bodies and guns and underground monsters?" Eric said. He was swinging his flashlight at every shadow in the room. "Just in general?"
"So it's fine for a video game but not in real life?" Savannah asked.
"Yes!" Eric shook his head at her, incredulous. "In real life you don't get to press reset."
Imagine, in this book there are siblings Gillian and Eric, and Peterfreund was able to weave their sibling interaction so fantastically, with a dose of humour every now and then, making the two so endearing and lovable. I absolutely loved how despite being so different, their bond with each other would just glow within the pages. Their conversations were just so awesomely-done that I found myself smiling at almost all of them, because they reminded me how my little brother and I are with each other. Their arguments, casual banters, and protectiveness of one another were simply so captivating. In fact, when I started reading, the first thing I noticed was how their interaction was so realistically-done. I am serious in saying this is probably one of the book's highlights, because it simply stands out.
"Nope." I tapped the page. "The scan is date-stamped. Date-stamped last month. Which means that this diary wasn't destroyed in the flood. Maybe none of Dad's notes were. Maybe that pipe in the wall didn't even burst."
"Don't joke about that," said Eric. "I lost my comic book collection and my Playstation in that flood."
"Is this our pizza? Tomato, cheese, and sesame chicken?"
"Should be."
Savannah cocked her head to the side. " I don't think that's what you're supposed to say."
Private Pizza rolled his eyes. "Come on, kid."
"I think," Savannah went on coyly, "that if you don't say it, we get it free."
He sighed, straightened, and licked his heels together. "I present to you, lovely maiden, this golden disk of the seven heavens, baked by the flame of four noble dragons." He bowed his head over the pizza box and held it out.
"Nate," Howard protested, turning to his brother. "You promised."
Nate's expression was unreadable, but he stared at his brother for a full two seconds. Howard, surprisingly, stared back. Right away, Nate's expression softened. "Okay. But you guys have to swear you'll do exactly as I say."
We all nodded.
"And that the second I say we're going home, we go home."
We all nodded again.
He sighed. "I'm going to regret this. I knew as soon as you two girls showed up at the door I was going to regret this. Get in."
