Showing posts with label Lauren Morrill. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lauren Morrill. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Starters by Lissa Price out TODAY!


Hey everyone! I'm so psyched to be here today to tell you about Starters, one of our great Apocalypsies debuts by Lissa Price (with whom I share the uber-fabulous Wendy Loggia, Random House editor extraordinaire!). When Lissa told me she was express-mailing me an ARC of Starters, I was beside myself. The premise sounded awesome, and I had just had my wisdom teeth out that morning, so I needed something un-put-downable to read while icing my face and drinking milkshakes on the couch.

And let me tell you, Starters did NOT disappoint.

Set in an unnamed future where germ warfare has wiped out everyone between the ages of 20-60 (yeah, when the CDC says they're only vaccinating children and the elderly? Uh, this is the consequence. Yikes.) Children, aka Starters, or "unclaimed minors" without elderly relatives, are on the run. Thanks to laws keeping them from work, they're forced to hide out all over the city, hoping not to be picked up by the Marshals. But now there's a new game in town, Prime Destinations, looking to make the Starters rich by paying them to rent out their bodies to Enders, or the elderly who want to have some fun in a bangin' young bod.

Enter Callie, who has lost her parents and is forced to keep her young brother alive with only her wits. Oh, and she has wits. Callie is smart and resourceful, but with Tyler getting sick and the marshals closing in, she decides maybe it's time to cash in at Prime Destinations. Only this isn't your standard rental. Something has gone wrong. Very wrong.

Starters is a unique dystopian set in a world I can totally see coming to pass (and that scares the hell out of me). There are some definite technological upgrades, but for the most part it mirrors the society we have now, with people in power clinging to it at all costs and everyone else just struggling to survive. And the premise? It's totally unique, completely creep-tastic, and so thrilling you won't be able to put it down. You'll burn through it until you reach the last terrifying, cliff-hanging chapter, and when you close the book you'll immediately mark your calendar for the sequel, Enders, out at the end of the year.

If you're looking for a totally thrilling sci-fi/dystopian that you can burn through in a single sitting, Starters is it. Hey, I don't even usually like sci-fi, and I was ignoring my husband and skipping the painkillers just to get to the end. 


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Lauren Morrill lives in Cambridge, MA, where she writes YA novels, plays roller derby, and tries not to freeze to death in the winter. Her debut YA novel, Meant to Be, releases on November 13, 2012 from Delacorte.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Lauren Morrill: MEANT TO BE

Photo by Ben RainsBio

Lauren Morrill is many things, including, but not limited to, a writer, an educator, a badass roller derby skater, a former band nerd, an aggressive driver, and a die-hard Mac person. She also watches a lot of TV, eats a lot of junk food, and drinks a lot of Coke. It's a wonder her brain and teeth haven't rotted out of her head.

Lauren lives in Cambridge, MA with her husband Adam (a public radio reporter and producer) and their dog Lucy (who she taught to give high fives). When she's not writing, she works at Harvard and plays roller derby with the Boston Derby Dames.

Debut

Meant to Be (Delacorte, October 9, 2012)

Cyrano de Bergerac meets YA in a Shakespearean comedy of errors in which one mysterious, romantic text messages sets off a wild good chase full of mistaken identity, misdirected chemistry, and misguided heartache.

Five Snacks for the Apocalypse

1. Coke. Best if purchased in a large quantity from the nearest McDonalds. Barring that, cans or glass bottles are sufficient. Skip the plastic bottles. Ew.
2. Grande Nonfat Iced Chai. Starbucks survives the apocalypse, right? Roaches and Starbucks. That's what we'll have.
3. Cheetos. Regular, baked, or puffed. All other cheetos are not recognized by the apocalypse.
4. Chili cheese fries. No fork. Lick your fingers.
5. Pez. Skip the dispenser. Devour several packages in mere minutes.

(in case you're wondering, I'm definitely going to survive the Apocalypse ... my insides are fortified with preservatives from a lifetime of processed food. Suck it, health nuts.)

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