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403 pages, Hardcover
First published September 13, 2016
Actual rating: 3.5 stars“The past is never really gone. It only lies in wait for you, remembered or forgotten.”
This book is not as simple as it might look in the beginning. At first, it reminds you of something you've read or seen before: A sheltered society, walled from the rest of the world. No one knows what's outside, no one dares to cross the wall. People live by the means of manual labor. The whole system is pretty simple and Middle Ages like. But there's one peculiarity about it: every 12 years there's a day - The Forgetting - when people forget who they are. Their memories just vanish and no one can remember what they were before, unless they have written that in their books to read and understand - understand, not remember - who they were. No one knows how long this cycle continues, no one remembers. No one but Nadia - MC of this book.
Nadia might seem as a special snowflake being the only one who remembers, but she's not. All she wants is to understand what happened to her family, why her father changed their books and vanished from their lives, why now he has a different family. Being the only one who remembers seems more like a curse than a blessing. Nadia feels lonely and isolated, she doesn't have friends and her family thinks she doesn't share the same blood with them. All that left for Nadia is to find the truth, and the more she begins to understand, the more secrets - buried deep in the dirty ground - she digs out.We are supposed to write the truth, for no one to see but ourselves. But how easily that truth can be twisted. Bend a little here, omit a little there, make yourself into the person you wish you were instead of the person you are. How easy to cut the truth away, to throw it in a fire, open your eyes, and have the whole world remember nothing of who you are. Nothing of what you’ve done. When you will not remember who you are or what you’ve done.
The Forgetting is a complex mechanism. Every time you think you've opened one door, there's more. Every time you think you've understood the characters, they surprise you. This book is not a kind of book that will make you go crazy with emotions; it's slow-paced, it hurts on a deeper level that makes you want to crawl inside your bed, push a blanket above and forget that somewhere out there there's fear and pain. I have lived my life so frightened of pain it’s been paralyzing. I hate pain, but I hate fear more, and I’ve eaten fear every day of my life because of the Forgetting.
Everyone in this book lies; some forget their lies, some don't, but for how long can they hide behind The Forgetting? But who can find the truth in Canaan? Janis doesn’t tell it, the Learning Room doesn’t teach it. My father has twisted it, Mother half forgotten it, and the Forgetting is the thief that steals it.
One more thing I can't not mention is the romance. Somehow Sharon Cameron manages to create highly likable male characters, and Gray the Glassblower's son is not an exception. If you are into witty, cocky but kind type of heroes (yes, René Hasard from Rook, I am looking at you), Gray will definitely appeal to you. He and Nadia have such an amazing kind of chemistry and no unnecessary drama in the process. I think it's a rare thing in YA these days.
I am deliberately keeping most of the story's details to myself, because it's a kind of story you need to open page by page for yourself. I am sure that many of you starting this book will think that it's a fantasy novel, but it's not. The book hides its roots as masterly as the cover hides crucial answers to the story's mysteries. I must say, it was a pretty genius decision to hide the truth on the surface, because no matter how long you look at the cover or think you know what this book is about, you'll never guess the truth: you have forgotten the truth, and to remember it you need to look on the pages of The Forgetting.
“At the first sunrising of the twelfth year, they will forget. They will lose their memories, and without their memories, they are lost. Their books will be their memories, their written past selves. They will write in their books. They will keep their books. They will write the truth, and the books will tell them who they have been. If a book is lost, then so are they Lost. I am made of my memories. Without memories, they are nothing.”