April 6, 2012

Book Review: Fracture by Megan Miranda

At First Sight: Delaney Maxwell was planning on a day playing in the snow with her best friend Decker and their group of friends. They were walking across a frozen lake to meet their friends when the ice crumbled under Delaney's feet and she fell into the icy lake.

She fights to get out of the water but soon blacks out and next thing she knows she's hearing voices as she wakes up in the hospital.

They tell her she was under the water for 11 minutes and that, as a result, her brain is damaged, and it's nothing short of a miracle she woke up at all, let alone that she doesn't seem to have any of the expected repercussions of her brain injury.

But Delaney isn't exactly as she used to be, mostly in the sense that she hears strange voices from time to time, and that she seems to be able to sense when someone is going to die. 

Then she meets a boy named Troy. Troy recently woke up from a coma similar to Delaney's and he seems to have the same abilities to sense death.

Second Glance: When I first picked up Fracture I kind of thought it would be something similar to Meg Cabot's Abandon - which I read last year - but maybe in a different tone. But the book wasn't anything like I expected. 

I liked the beginning, with Delaney falling into the icy water and all that, but then my attention began to wander a little, maybe because both Decker and Delaney sounded a little robotic to me and I had a hard time believing they had been best friends forever. 

I wanted to like them and I wanted to buy into the tension between them but then I just didn't (and they tended to go back an forth and even say the same phrases to each other again and again - I noticed this right at the beginning when Decker keeps saying "I left you and you fell" about three times in a few pages).

Troy well, Troy was all right I guess. I kept forgetting his name. 

And the ending, well it felt a little rushed and a few things never finished making sense to me.

Bottom Line: I didn't love Fracture, but I didn't hate it either, though I did have to push myself to keep reading, I thought it had enough good to keep you going. It just wasn't a favorite read of mine

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