The Darkest Minds (review)
Posted by helix888 on Mon, 15 Jan 2018
“Maybe nothing will ever change for us,” he said. “But don’t you want to be around just in case it does?”~
In a world where special children classed by colours like red, orange, blue, green and yellow are seen as a threat to the government comes The Darkest Minds. These children's abilities are the reason they're hunted and placed in terror camps where they’re killed or trained to kill for the same government that's killing them.
I was going through a ‘books to read before the movie comes out’ list and The Darkest minds by Alexandra Bracken was one of many that intrigued me. I think it's been green lit in hopes of replicating the success of young adult genres like Twilight and Hunger Games in the film space, and I’ll say, if the film is executed as well or even better than the book, then it will be brilliant. I could gush about every detail and part of the book that made me feel, and when I say feel, I mean awaken the anger, frustration, sadness, hopelessness and hopefulness that lives and dies in all of us— this novel does it all. But I would rather share two excerpts that in my opinion exposes the heart and spine of the book, and in the best way:
"It had taken me less than a day in that place to see that hatred and terror came in circles, and that they fed off each other. The PSFs hated us, so they had to make us fear them. And we feared them, which only made us hate them even more. There was an unspoken understanding that we were at Thurmond because of each other. Without the PSFs there would be no camp, but without the Psi freaks there would be no need for PSFs.
So whose fault was it? Everyone’s? No one’s? Ours?
“You should have just left me—you should have taken someone else, someone who was better—they’ll be punished because of this, I know it. They’ll hurt them, and it’s my fault for going, for leaving them behind.” I knew I wasn’t making sense, but I couldn’t seem to connect my thoughts to my tongue. That feeling, the heart-swallowing guilt, the sadness that took hold and never let itself be shaken free—how did you tell someone that? How did you put that into words?"
And here's the spine:
"I’m not brave. If I had been, I would have owned up to what I really was, no matter how terrible. I would have worked, eaten, and slept alongside the other Oranges, or at least stepped out of the shadow of the Yellows and Reds.
Those kids had been so proud of their powers. They made a point of harassing the camp controllers at every turn, hurting the PSFs, setting their cabins and the Washrooms on fire, trying to talk their way out of the gate or driving the adults insane by putting images of murdered families or cheating wives in their heads.
It was impossible to miss them, to not step aside and turn away when they passed. I had let myself sit like a coward in the dull, endless stream of gray and green, never drawing attention, never once letting myself believe that I could or should escape. I think that all they wanted was to find a way out, and to do it themselves. They had burned so bright, and fought so hard to get free.
But none of them had made it to sixteen.”
I'll tell you to got out and buy this book, and if it pleases you, get in line for the movie. But if you still can't decide, and my "terrific read" verdict, plus the two excerpts to back it up aren't enough, then at least you know the book's out there. More importantly, you read the message.