Title: Waterproof
Author: Amber Garr
Published: September 19th, 2013
Rating: 3/5 Stars
Synopsis
Dying of thirst is the new reality.
Five years after the last drop of clean water disappeared, global societies collapsed and nuclear war shattered all hope of recovery. In a place now only a skeleton of its former self, survivors fight to avoid capture by the government. Forced to work in factories that produce the only drinking water available, those who go in, never come out.
Zach and Vivienne have lived as deserters since they were teenagers. Fighting amongst their own and scrounging for the necessities of life, they’ve learned to rely on each other in every way. Yet when tragedy strikes and the true objectives of the government facility are revealed, their world is ripped apart. A fate once thought to hold their demise may be the sole answer to their survival. Who can they trust? Who can they believe?
In this life, it pays to be waterproof.
Review
Waterproof is a post-apocalyptic story where clean water is very hard to find. Deserters are people that refuse to work in factories so they are constantly on the run, surviving as best as they can. I really loved the concept of this book about there not being enough water for everyone. It is a very unique idea and I haven't read another book like it. This story was very action-packed and I was immediately pulled into the story from the very beginning.
Vee and Zach are the main characters of this story. They have been best friends for a very long time. Inseparable. I was glad that the story switched up POVs between those two. It was very nice to get inside both of their heads to understand their feelings and who they are. Even though the POVs switched I still couldn't connect all that much with Zach and Vee. They just didn't grow at all by the end of the story. Vee and Zach felt one dimensional to me, no depth to them at all. They didn't feel real to me at especially the romance between them. I understand that they had a crush on each other for a long time, but it still felt rushed to me. I did enjoy the fact that Vee was a kick-butt character instead of the usual damsel in distress. I love the fact that she wields a sword. I loved all the secondary characters with the exception of Riley. I don't know how I feel about him yet. Something was off with him, weird. Love Sasha, Max, Jackson and Hunter.
As I was reading, I was waiting on something important to happen. The suspense was killing me. Got to the end of the book and nothing. Nothing big happened at all. There was no wow factor. The whole story had to do with Vee in the factory and how Zach was going to get her out. I just wished there was more to this story. More that happened in this story, because it was such a great concept.
The ending was predictable, but the cliffhanger definitely left me wanting more. I really did enjoy the originality of the story. I can't wait to see what happens in the sequel.
Link to Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GPyeJa4PWZ8
Series Website: www.thewatercrisischronicles.com
Buy Links
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Excerpt
Vivienne
yelled out and I whipped my head around to see what happened. The last man
standing held an impressive hunting knife in his hand, while Vivienne had a
fresh cut on her arm. Still, she held steady, sword gripped tightly in front of
her, legs in a fighting stance.
Something
stirred inside of me at the sight. Time slowed when I watched her wield the
sword like an ancient warrior. It was hard to imagine that just a few years ago
we were in high school worrying about football games and which party to go to
on the weekend. Now we stayed in abandoned houses, scrounged for water, and
spent most of our lives running. If things had been different, Vivienne and I
would be graduating college this year. I had plans to go into medicine, and she
wanted to be a vet. Funny how those dreams seemed so far away now.
A loud thump
echoed through the now darkened night. She almost fell to the ground with the
amount of momentum needed to decapitate the man. He dropped to his knees like a
sinner begging for mercy, head rolling further down the hill. My stomach
fluttered with admiration and annoyance.
“I didn’t
need your help,” I said to her, getting up on my feet and trying not to wince
at my injuries.
“Sure,” she
huffed. Ripping her bandana off her face she tore it in two. “Here, wrap that
up.” She nodded toward the tear in my sleeve and I stubbornly yanked the cloth
out of her hand.
“I had
everything under control,” I said between clenched teeth. It was the only way
to mask the pain. “How did you know where to find me?”
“I followed
the girly shrieks,” she said without missing a beat. I looked down at her in
time to see a smirk pull at the corner of her mouth. “Let me do it.”
Once again,
I allowed Vivienne to rescue me. It killed every part of that male ego inside,
but I knew she’d let me do the same for her. In fact, I had. We always saved
each other.
“Ow,” I said
when she tightened the bandana a little too rough around my arm.
“Stop being
a baby.”
“Stop
showing off your man strength.”
She pulled
even tighter but let a small laugh escape. I sucked in a breath at that sound,
realizing how close I’d come to never hearing it again.
“Are you
hurt anywhere else?” she asked, turning me around and patting her hands along
my body. I froze, trying to ignore how comforting her touch felt. We’d been
friends for years, and she was the only person in this world I trusted. Why had
I risked so much for this run?
I stepped
away from her, not liking where my thoughts were headed. “I’m fine,” I mumbled.
“Stop mothering me.”
“I wouldn’t
have to if you’d listen to me.” She stopped in front of my face and stared me
down. I stood a little over six feet tall and she was just a few inches
shorter. Together with that glare, almost any man would cower under her. “Was
it worth it?”
“Huh?”
“The water.
How much did you get?”
I hung my
head in embarrassment. “I had eight, but they shot through one. So six, I
guess.”
“Six
bottles?” She looked impressed.
“No, six
liters.” Silence.
“You just
made me kill three men for six liters of water?”
I shuffled
my feet. “You only killed two.”
She reached
out so quickly, I couldn’t defend myself. Both hands pushed against my chest
and I stumbled back, falling to the ground.
“I could
make it three,” she hissed. “I should kill you for your stupidity alone.”
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