The Fifth Wave by Rick Yancey
Trust no one.
Interests/Topics: Science Fiction, Armageddon, Alien Invasion, Survival, Military, Romance
Curriculum Connections: English (Science Fiction)
Blurb: In high school my friends and I passed notes to each other between classes. They were handwritten (gasp) and filled with secrets and doodles and promises to be B/F/F. It was our biggest form of communication during the school day and I loved having the little folded pieces of paper cupped in my hand just begging to be read. The best part? We could write them in class. As long as we remembered to look at the chalkboard every minute or two, it looked like we were taking copious and detailed lecture notes. Beat that, text messaging.
Don’t get me wrong; I love my cell phone. I love getting instant messages and checking my e-mail a hundred times a day. The problem with communicating via electronics, however (besides the fact that texting in class is pretty darn obvious to any observant teacher), is that power can be turned off. Just ask Cassie, one of the last humans on earth. The first wave hit the humans’ dependency on technology, leaving people completely stranded with no way to contact one another. And it wasn’t just cell phones and computers: cars stopped running; the electricity went out; planes fell from the sky. Hundreds of thousands of people died. And that was just the first wave.
Each wave is worse than the last, and by the end of the fourth, six billion lost souls are nothing but memories in a now silent world. The few “lucky” survivors can only wait, alone, for the fifth wave to begin.
How can you survive when there is no one left to trust?
Flavour: “Sometimes I think I might be the last human on earth. Which means I’m the last human in the universe….That’s one of my night thoughts. You know, the three-in-the-morning, oh-my-God-I’m- screwed thoughts. When I curl into a little ball, so scared I can’t close my eyes, drowning in fear so intense I have to remind myself to breathe, will my heart to keep beating. When my brain checks out and begins to skip like a scratched CD. Alone, alone, alone, Cassie, you’re alone.” (Chapter 2)
“’I’m dying,’ he said matter-of-factly. From this distance, his eyes were just pinpricks of reflected light. ‘So you can either finish me off or help me. I know you’re human—’ ‘How do you know?’ I asked quickly, before he could die on me. If he was a real soldier, he might know how to tell the difference. It would be an extremely useful bit of information. ‘Because if you weren’t, you would have shot me already.’” (Chapter 4)
“He stands up. All I can see now is his mud-stained pants and mud-caked boots. I don’t know how I know, but I know it’s the last I’ll see of Chris. He won’t come back, or if he does, I won’t realize it. We don’t say good-bye. Nobody says good-bye anymore. The word has taken on a whole new meaning since the Big Green Eye in the Sky showed up.” (Chapter 25)