Genre: Young Adult (Science Fiction/Romance)
Date Published: February 5, 2018
Publisher: Entangled Teen
Yesterday, Drea Smith couldn’t do anything spectacular—even walking and texting at the same time was a challenge. But today, she suddenly has more answers than Google, can speak and understand numerous languages, and she can fight. Like a boss.
Seriously cool.
Drea has no idea where her encyclopedic knowledge has come from, but she’ll take it when she discovers someone out there knows her secret and wants her badly. And that they’ve been searching for her since she was born.
Since she was created.
With the help of her best friend Dylan, who just wants to keep her safe, and Maddox, a mysterious new boy who is prepared to get her answers, Drea will have to push her new skills to their limit as she uncovers nothing is quite what it seems.
As she uncovers…Eugenica.
The Road to Eugenica is the debut novel by A.M. Rose, and what a first book it is! I had a hard time putting it down. It grabbed me from the beginning and kept going, with all sorts of twists and turns. Drea was very easy to relate to. I feel like her a lot(especially when I was her age), well minus the super powers. The story brought out some feels too. There's a bit of a love triangle. She's a little gullible at times too, but who can she trust? Dylan? Maddux? Her Mom? No one? I won't tell! I will say that I can't wait for the next book, and Yes folks! There will be another book!
My hand peels away from the tree and reaches forward. Even with my abnormally long monkey arms, the rope is still too far. My body seizes up and my gaze drifts to the ground. Screw this. I grab ahold of the tree again. “I can’t.” Maybe I’ll just live up here, attached to this tree for the rest of my life. Or better yet, someone can shoot me with a tranquilizer dart and I’ll magically wake up on the ground. A little groggy but totally worth it.
“You got this,” Dylan hollers.
I take a long, deep breath, filling my lungs with cool air, and slowly let it out. “If I die, I’m coming back to haunt you.”
“Duly noted.”
This is it. No chickening out now. I need to get to the other side. One, two, three. In a single quick motion, I reach for the rope, my fingers wrapping around the old, weathered cord that a thousand hands have probably grabbed over and over. With my luck, it’ll snap any second now. Thumpthumpthump. My heart’s pounding in my chest, measuring the time it takes for me to move from the platform to the plank. It's forever. Finally, though, I land on it with a solid step. It shakes underneath me, jerking my still racing heart. My fingers hurt from gripping the rope so tightly. Air bursts in and out of me. But that…
That wasn’t so bad.
“See, I knew you could do it,” Dylan cheers. “Only ten more.”
Ten more. That's ten too many. But I got through this one. It wasn't even hard. For the first time I start to believe I can do this. My heart's still pounding, and sweat runs down my back in a river soaking the waistband of my jeans, but I'm not paralyzed with fear any more. I've got this. I hold onto that feeling as I hit my next mark. “I did it!” I shout.
“You’re doing great.” He takes a few steps to his left, and I get a few woots and whistles from the people below.
This isn’t so hard after all. Eight left and then only seven. The farther I go, the easier it gets. Actually, it’s almost kind of fun.
I take a split second to smile at Dylan on my way to my next target, but freeze. Behind him, in the woods, piercing green eyes stare straight at me.
It’s him.
My heart stops. Jumps up and lodges in my throat. I can’t breathe. I can’t move. Everything around him fades. No more voices from my classmates. No birds chirping. The man’s motionless, staring at me so intently his gaze burns a hole in my chest. He’s tall, with dark hair. I know this even though right now I’m towering above him. Just like I know there’s a crescent scar under those piercing green eyes. I've seen him before, in my nightmares, and in moments that feel like nightmares. The Green-eyed man watches me, and me alone. And he waits.
What does he want? And what happens on the day he decides he's done waiting? My heart stutters. Sweat crawls down my face, like a spider. Before I can stop myself, I take a quick step backward—into nothing.
Gravity takes over and pulls me down. I reach out for anything to stop it and open my mouth to release the pent-up terror in my chest, but nothing comes out.
“You got this,” Dylan hollers.
I take a long, deep breath, filling my lungs with cool air, and slowly let it out. “If I die, I’m coming back to haunt you.”
“Duly noted.”
This is it. No chickening out now. I need to get to the other side. One, two, three. In a single quick motion, I reach for the rope, my fingers wrapping around the old, weathered cord that a thousand hands have probably grabbed over and over. With my luck, it’ll snap any second now. Thumpthumpthump. My heart’s pounding in my chest, measuring the time it takes for me to move from the platform to the plank. It's forever. Finally, though, I land on it with a solid step. It shakes underneath me, jerking my still racing heart. My fingers hurt from gripping the rope so tightly. Air bursts in and out of me. But that…
That wasn’t so bad.
“See, I knew you could do it,” Dylan cheers. “Only ten more.”
Ten more. That's ten too many. But I got through this one. It wasn't even hard. For the first time I start to believe I can do this. My heart's still pounding, and sweat runs down my back in a river soaking the waistband of my jeans, but I'm not paralyzed with fear any more. I've got this. I hold onto that feeling as I hit my next mark. “I did it!” I shout.
“You’re doing great.” He takes a few steps to his left, and I get a few woots and whistles from the people below.
This isn’t so hard after all. Eight left and then only seven. The farther I go, the easier it gets. Actually, it’s almost kind of fun.
I take a split second to smile at Dylan on my way to my next target, but freeze. Behind him, in the woods, piercing green eyes stare straight at me.
It’s him.
My heart stops. Jumps up and lodges in my throat. I can’t breathe. I can’t move. Everything around him fades. No more voices from my classmates. No birds chirping. The man’s motionless, staring at me so intently his gaze burns a hole in my chest. He’s tall, with dark hair. I know this even though right now I’m towering above him. Just like I know there’s a crescent scar under those piercing green eyes. I've seen him before, in my nightmares, and in moments that feel like nightmares. The Green-eyed man watches me, and me alone. And he waits.
What does he want? And what happens on the day he decides he's done waiting? My heart stutters. Sweat crawls down my face, like a spider. Before I can stop myself, I take a quick step backward—into nothing.
Gravity takes over and pulls me down. I reach out for anything to stop it and open my mouth to release the pent-up terror in my chest, but nothing comes out.
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