Author: S.A.
Bodeen
Series: Stand Alone
Genres: Survivalist, Young Adult
Publisher: Feiwel and Friends
Released: 21 August
2012
Summary: courtesy of goodreads.com Robie is an experienced
traveler. She’s taken the flight from Honolulu
to the Midway Atoll, a group of Pacific islands where her parents live, many
times. When she has to get to Midway in a hurry after a visit with her aunt in Hawaii,
she gets on the next cargo flight at the last minute. She knows the pilot, but
on this flight, there’s a new co-pilot named Max. All systems are go until a
storm hits during the flight. The only passenger, Robie doesn’t panic until the
engine suddenly cuts out and Max shouts at her to put on a life jacket. They
are over miles of Pacific Ocean. She sees Max struggle
with a raft.
And then . . . she’s in the water. Fighting for her life. Max pulls her onto the raft, and that’s when the real terror begins. They have no water. Their only food is a bag of Skittles. There are sharks. There is an island. But there’s no sign of help on the way.
And then . . . she’s in the water. Fighting for her life. Max pulls her onto the raft, and that’s when the real terror begins. They have no water. Their only food is a bag of Skittles. There are sharks. There is an island. But there’s no sign of help on the way.
My Review: I don’t
usually hate books, as a matter of fact I consider myself to be a major book
lover, but . . . I really hated this book.
The Raft has one of the most misleading blurbs I have ever
seen. I would dissect it, but I think
that would be a little too much snarky on a Thursday. Let’s just say: Robie is NOT an experienced
traveler. And it is that once sentence:
“Robie is an experienced traveler” that ruined this novel for me.
So how can you still give it a two? Well, let me explain. Robie was annoying from an adult point of
view, but to a fifteen year old (how old Robie is in the book) she may be
slightly more identifiable. I can say
with honesty that some of the things she does (really long explanations about
things I don’t care about – like freaking birds) were incessantly annoying, but
her fight for survival, although filled with massive amounts of stupidity, was
engrossing.
I mean seriously, what “experienced traveler” doesn’t read
the freaking handbook to the raft that she is stuck on. What “experience traveler” doesn’t check in
for her flight? What “experienced
traveler” forgets to zip up her bag and ends up dropping the remaining food
into the ocean. What “experienced
traveler” that is literally starving, finds food and then won’t eat it because
she has too much “heart”. What
“experienced traveler” doesn’t check her flares?
I smacked myself in the face a lot while reading this book
because it was an endless, “seriously??” moment. There were so many things that seemed to be
poorly researched (with the exception of birds, so many birds). I was really looking forward to a survivalist
story about a girl who kicked some serious butt, and knew how to, you know . .
. survive. Like I said: a fifteen year
old may like this, and I feel like it would appeal to both guys and girls, but
the more I think about it, the more I realize just how much I didn’t like
it. It had me at the edge of my seat,
I’ll admit, I couldn’t put this book down, and it literally flies by, I would
be surprised if you didn’t read it in one sitting, and I did think about what I
would do if I was in the same situation as Robie (hint: I would zip up the bag
with the food in it, AND read instructions even though I’m not an “experienced
traveler”) but, the more I think about it the more I am bothered by it. And the big "spoiler" by the end. I can't even discuss it, but seriously?? seriously?!
Whoever wrote the blurb for this book should probably be
fired. Completely misleading, and the
honest reason why I detested this book so much. I mean if they had said, “Robie
has made the trip from Honolulu to
Midway Atoll hundreds of times.” instead and I probably wouldn't be so bothered by this thing. Just saying, don’t call someone an
“experienced traveler” when they aren’t.
It’s called lying, and it’s rude.
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