I’m not sure who started this one, but I’ve seen a few people doing it so, as I stared SCYTHE by Neal Shusterman last night [Thanks Christina!] I thought to share a few thoughts and snippet with you—although I think everyone and their mother has already read this one.
Also, it wasn’t till I started reading Scythe that I realised this isn’t a fantasy, not even vaguely fantasy-esque, but rather, eh, science fiction. But what the hell, I’ve started so I’ll finish!
Here’s the first snippet:
“Tyger Salazar had hurled himself out a thirty-nine-story window, leaving a terrible mess on the marble plaza below. His own parents were so annoyed by it, they didn’t come to see him. But Rowan did. Rowan Damisch was just that kind of friend.”
What do you think? Talk about an attention-grabber. And there’s plenty more like that sprinkled throughout what I’ve read so far. But it’s not the twisted humour so much as the philosophical side of the Scythe’s journal entries, that has me page turning, intrigued.
These journal entries come at the end of each chapter and speak to something else entirely. And are, I surmise, also breadcrumbs to something darker, like the chapter of the three gaudily dressed Scythes who ‘gleaned‘ a whole plane full of people. That was definitely an attention grabbing moment. And now, I so want to know more.
And you? Have you read Scythe, and what did you think? No, don’t tell me, I’ll find out for myself over the next few days.