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Book : Frost - Kozlowsky, M.P.

Modelo 45831911
Fabricante o sello Scholastic Press
Peso 0.42 Kg.
Precio:   $105,299.00
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-Titulo Original : Frost

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Scholastic Press

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Cinder meets The Walking Dead in a chilling futuristic fairy tale that will reboot everything you thought about family, love, and what it means to be human. 16-year-old Frost understands why shes spent her entire life in an abandoned apartment building. The ruined streets below are hunting grounds for rogue robots and Eaters. She understands why shes never met a human besides her father. She even understands why he forbids her to look for medicine for her dying pet. But the thing is, its not her real father giving the orders . . . Its his memories. Before he died, Frosts father uploaded his consciousness into their robot servant. But the technology malfunctioned, and now her father fades in and out. So when Frost learns that there might be medicine on the other side of the ravaged city, she embarks on a dangerous journey to save the only living creature she loves.With only a robot as a companion, Frost must face terrors of all sorts, from outrunning the vicious Eaters. . .to talking to the first boy shes ever set eyes on. But can a girl whos only seen the world through books and dusty windows survive on her own? From School Library Journal Gr 7 Up-Described as a dystopian fairy tale, Kozlowskys novel will attract many genre YA readers. Sixteen-year-old Frost must cross a treacherous landscape, accompanied by her robot caretaker, in order to save her beloved pet from death. Out of the apartment she lived her whole life in, Frost discovers the Eaters and rogue robots that plague the world after the Days of Bedlam. The protagonist must fight her way through many obstacles to reach her beacon of hope, the Battery. While written as a YA novel, this will also appeal to younger readers, as there is very little strong language and the violence is not overly graphic. The main character does feel younger than her years, which could be attributed to how she grew up. There is wonderful world-building, but the pacing is slightly off. Certain events happen very quickly, while others drag. There is also a disconnect between the story lines with the Eaters and the robots. It feels as though two different worlds were pushed together. Readers may also assume this is a fairy-tale retelling, which it is not. It is instead a new fairy tale for the modern age. VERDICT An interesting twist on commonly used tropes that doesnt quite achieve cohesion. A good choice for younger tweens or teens looking for dystopian fiction.-Tegan Anclade, Lake Villa District Library, IL About the Author M.P. Kozlowsky is the author of two middle-grade novels, Juniper Berry and The Dyerville Tales. Frost is his first novel for Young Adults. He lives in Westchester, New York, with his wife and two daughters. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. The sounds grew louder. Frost closed her eyes. She wasnt ready.The footsteps ceased. With a creak, the door slowly opened. And there, standing before her, was a robot.Dad?No.Frost exhaled, a mixture of disappointment and relief. Bunt. You were gone so long, you had me worried.It is becoming more and more difficult to find supplies, Frost. And there are more and more dangers to evade. Bunt bent down and lowered his box of loot to the ground, then, on one knee, he placed a hand on Romes. The broot did not stir beneath the metallic touch. He is getting worse. Youre supposed to tell me hes getting better.I do not lie. You know that. Your broot is dying. He has a month of life left. Two at most.I was sick too, once. Dont you remember? I used to always be sick when I was little. Dad told me so. He said it was bad, very bad. Worse than Romes. And, look, I got better.The Broot will not.The brutal honesty was too much for Frost, and her eyes filled with tears. It was a day she had been dreading for years, and all she wanted to hear was that there was hope, just a glimmer of hope. I wish my Dad were here. He would never say
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