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384 pages, ebook
First published January 1, 1955
"If you want, I’ll finish combing your hair.”Teenagers trapped on an island "RIFE WITH DANGERS." Oh my. Oh my goodness. Could it be...Battle Royale? Could it be Lost? FUCK YEAH!
I stared at his outstretched hand, totally floored.
I loved getting my hair brushed. More than getting my back scratched, more than getting a massage, more than anything, and I’d always dreamed about having a cute boy brush my hair.
Thad had just served up my secret fantasy on an island platter.
I sat on the bed while Natalie messed with my hair. It was the latest surreal Nil moment of the day. Less Survivor, more like America’s Next Top Model, island-edition.Wait, what?
When all the girls grew curves, I’d just stretched, growing like crazy until I hit six feet. Recently my chest had made a small effort to catch up— the key word there was small— but I still had no hips. The boyish Bermudas were perfect.Lol, that's funny. Where I come from, we call 6 feet tall and flat-chested "supermodel material."
For a second, I saw myself through his eyes: gaunt, sunburned, not a speck of makeup, looking like some six-foot wild child from the bush after twelve days of oceanside camping. I was a tropical freak show.Thad sees something else completely.
She’d stood on the black sand, chin raised, Kevin’s shorts slung low on her hips and his bandana wrapped around her chest, her dark hair whipping around her shoulders, like a kick-ass character from a graphic novel.Aaaaaaaaaand cue insta-love!
“Is that breakfast? Something smells delicious.”It's horrifying, really. Teenagers forced to eat freshly caught fish on a tropical island. My heart weeps.
“Definitely. I’m guessing roast fish, warm pineapple. It’s a break from yesterday’s roast fish and warm pineapple.”
White and flaky, with a hint of citrus, the fish melted in my mouth.It's such a limited diet, I mean ALL THEY HAVE TO EAT IS SEAFOOD. Luckily, they can improvise. Like plump, sweet shrimps.
Expecting fi sh, I was thrilled to find shrimp. The only thing better would’ve been a big ole pile of cheese grits on the side, but shrimp was shrimp, and this shrimp was good. Plump and tasty, it was seasoned with coarse sea salt and chopped fruit.And thankfully, they can spice things up with wraps with edible leaves!
The Cove. Beautiful water as clear as glass, cascading into a black rock pool as cold as ice. Trees with deep green leaves the color of lush magnolias, kissing an Easter egg blue sky, lime green moss clinging to life on damp charcoal rock that will never burn.
There was a pit in the sand, lined with coals and an honest-to-goodness pig. There was a bonfire surrounded by black rock. Fish and crabs steamed over the fire, and yams baked near the crabs.Or playing volleyball.
Up the beach, Heesham and Rives were pounding two wooden poles into the sand. A net stretched across the middle. Talla held a green ball; it appeared to be woven from the same green strips I’d tried to fashion a net from on my second week here, only these strips were cross-hatched in a tight pattern, forming a ball.Nor would we have time for surfing.
A volleyball.
Afternoon, a group of us went surfing. I managed to actually stand up for more than two seconds without falling off.Or paragliding.
Slowing in the headwind, we glided over the rocks about seven meters off the ground. Jason cruised ahead of me. Landing was its own little rush, not quite like takeoff, but close.Nor would every single teenager look like they just stepped out of the pages of Abercrombie & Fitch, they wouldn't be CHILLING. I mean, let's be realistic here!
A fire pit wafted lazy smoke into the air. Around the fire, kids laughed and talked. Two shirtless boys were playing catch with a coconut, throwing it like a football, their shoulders and backs rippling under a sheen of sweat. A girl built like a Playboy bunny was sprinting down the beach beside a tall boy with dreadlocks, like an advertisement for island athletic wear. Other kids floated on surfboards past the whitewater.And surely, they must be more concerned about survival than on relationship drama!
“How do you know I kissed him?”WELL, FUCK THIS BOOK.
“Please. I think everyone saw that kiss by the fire. And it’s about damn time.” She smiled.
Blue sky shone ahead, and when we broke through the trees, an open meadow burst with color: purples, blues, pinks, reds, yellows, and lots of white. Riding the breeze, the colors shifted in gentle waves.There are resources in abundance, and it's hard to pity a bunch of teenagers who are feasting on fresh fish, fresh fruits like pineapples and citrus fruits and mangoes, day in and out. Nor is their food limited to that, because they hunt wild games, and occasionally, a pig just walks by to be killed.
Soon everything smelled like coconut-lime shower gel from Bath & Body Works.And there are convenient things like a motherfucking paper tree. The premise of the island is stupid, it doesn't make any sense because it's not the top priority. It's just a bunch of teenagers who are slightly panicked because there is a deadline, but otherwise, they're enjoying a tropical motherfucking vacation.
“Who makes the soap?” I asked.
“Li. She’s crazy good with floral stuff. Her sandsoap’s the best.
Blessed with high cheekbones and sandy blond hair that brushed his broad shoulders, he looked like he’d just stepped off the cover of a cheesy romance novel in the grocery store book section.To the female side cast, who are Swimsuit Illustrated-ready.
“Talla.” Straight blond hair, knockout body. I missed her dayTo the model-material men.
count because I was so distracted by her chest. No one should get boobs and muscles, but Talla had gobs of both.
Perfect latte skin, model-worthy dreadlocks, the shade of summer limeade.Everyone is absolutely stunning in this book.
I love you.Thad is incredibly emotional, incredibly feminine. I'm not saying that guys do not have a right to be emotional or act feminine, but most female authors write a completely unconvincing male character and this book is no exception.
The rush of emotion hit me so hard, the words stuck in my throat.
Unable to speak, barely able to breathe, I twisted my fingers in her hair and pulled her lips to mine. Then, breaking away, I held her tight. No words, no expectations, just Charley in my arms and my eyes wide open.
Charley stepped onto the sand. Wearing Kevin’s shorts and a simple chest wrap, she wore her hair long and loose; it blew around her shoulders, like the first day I’d met her.Charley herself barely made an impression. Charley is completely useless, until she pulls a hat trick out of thin fucking air. Thad makes a big deal out of Charley surviving on her own, but hello? They're on a motherfucking tropical island with abundant food and shelter material everywhere. Everyone else on the island has done it, too. Charley can't do much more than take care of her own skin. She can't contribute anything to the island and its inhabitants, all of whom have a role to play.
I couldn’t spear fish, weave a stupid net, or make fire. I’d no clue how to bake island bread. At home I made cakes from a box.
Watching Charley smile, I was dying to kiss her.Barely knowing Charley, Thad wants to stay on the island, knowing that it is his death sentence, in order to be with her.
I fought the urge to wrap my arms around this girl I’d just met less than forty-eight hours ago.
To stay.Incessantly, Thad notices Charley's "honey" voice, her "golden eyes." The observations never stop. I just wanted to smack Thad on the head. And let's not forget this horrible, horrible play on Charley's name. The cheesiest hit line ever made. If my name was Charley and a guy tried to sell this line to me in real life, I would sucker punch him in the face after laughing at him.
To be with Charley, a girl I didn’t know but wanted to—more than I’d wanted anything in months. For the first time since my feet hit Nil dirt, there was something I wanted more than leaving: time. Time without limits, time to get to know the girl who made me feel alive again.
“Tell me how to finish...i-e or e-y?”
“E-y,” I answered.
He chuckled. “So right.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He said, “Because for your name to end in a lie doesn’t fit. You’re the most real girl I’ve ever met, on or off Nil.”
On the mysterious island of Nil, the rules are set. You have exactly 365 days to escape—or you die.My mind immediately began racing with awesome possibilities and potential -- Lord of the Flies, The Hunger Games, Battle Royale, The Long Walk -- yeah, no. NIL is not any of these, not even close. What I should have done was keep reading the plot summary after that initial sexy blurb, which states:
Lost and alone, Charley finds no sign of other people until she meets Thad, the gorgeous leader of a clan of teenage refugees. Soon Charley learns that leaving the island is harder than she thought . . . and so is falling in love.But I don't want a teenage love story on a deserted island!!!
Natalie bir keresinde Ada'da şans diye bir şey yoktur demişti.
Yanılıyordu.
Şans kişiseldir; herkes kendi şansını yaratır. Bazen iyidir, bazen kötü ama senindir ve nereye gidersen git peşinden gelir, Nil Adası'nda bile. Şans değişebilir de, çünkü büyükannemin üstüne basa basa vurguladığı gibi şans, bir düşünce yapısıydı.
İhtimalse, öte yandan, farklıydı. İhtimal bir yazı tura atmaktı, ihtimal olma olasılığıydı. Tablolarım Thad'in ihtimallerini arttırmıştı ama şansını değiştirmemişti.
Sebebini anlayamıyordum.
“A girl. Tall, lean. Long legs, long muscles. Great shoulders. Full lips. Even though she looked island-thin, she was hands-down the most gorgeous girl I’d ever seen.”(Thad’s first time seeing Charley. What the fuck are long muscles?)
“I was captivated by the taller boy.”(That’s what Charley says the first time she even SEES him. If that’s not instalove I don’t know what is.)
“As Charley spoke, the words rolled off her tongue like sugar. I’d never met anyone like Charley, not on Nil, not anywhere.”(Never in my life have I heard a dude say someone’s words “rolled off their tongue like sugar”)
“Nil’s like that girl you spot in the lodge after a full day of kick-ass boarding, when you’re stoked and high on life. She looks good, freakin’ hot. Long hair, tight body, killer smile. Has a name like… Mallory.(Dude, do you realize you’re talking about an island? WHAT are you going on about?)
But once you get to know her, the truth rips your guts out. The truth is, she’s cruel. Heartless. The kind of girl who sleeps with your best friend when your back is turned. And once the mask falls off, so does the glamour. That’s the island of Nil in a nutshell. Blow-your-mind gorgeous, until you peel away the facade and see her for who she really is.”
“He stuck out his hand, gesturing for the comb.(BAHAHAHA! She’d always dreamed of a cute boy brushing her hair? She loves having her hair brushed more than anything? Omg, too funny)
I stared at his outstretched hand, totally floored.
I loved getting my hair brushed. More than getting my back scratched, more than getting a massage, more than anything, and I’d always dreamed about having a cute boy brush my hair.
Thad had just served up my secret fantasy on an island platter.”
“This was a first for me, combing a girl’s hair. I really didn’t know why I’d offered, and as sure as the Canucks need a decent defense-man, nine months ago I never would have. But it felt… right. And after 278 days here, I didn’t have much to lose. Just a no.(Thad needs to chill out. It’s not like he asked to marry her, he offered to brush her hair. Why did we need three pages of this shit about how much a huge deal brushing someone’s hair is?)
But Charley had said yes.”
“‘Tell me how to finish… i-e or e-y?”(NEITHER DO I, CHARLEY)
“E-y,” I answered.
He chuckled. “So right.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Thad finished etching the y and blew on my name. Without turning, he said, “Because for your name to end in a lie doesn’t fit. You’re the most real girl I’ve ever met, on or off Nil.”
I didn’t know what to say to that.”