Thursday, 20 March 2014

Review of Panic

By Lauren Oliver

Panic began as so many things do in Carp, a dead-end town of 12,000 people in the middle of nowhere: because it was summer, and there was nothing else to do.

Heather never thought she would compete in Panic, a legendary game played by graduating seniors, where the stakes are high and the payoff is even higher. She’d never thought of herself as fearless, the kind of person who would fight to stand out. But when she finds something, and someone, to fight for, she will discover that she is braver than she ever thought.

Dodge has never been afraid of Panic. His secret will fuel him, and get him all the way through the game, he’s sure of it. But what he doesn't know is that he’s not the only one with a secret. Everyone has something to play for.

For Heather and Dodge, the game will bring new alliances, unexpected revelations, and the possibility of first love for each of them—and the knowledge that sometimes the very things we fear are those we need the most.

Source: Goodreads

Rating: 3/5

My Thoughts:

‎Competitive, ruthless games seem to be all the rage now with hunger games, fire + flood, divergent and now panic. Panic is a game with challenges set by unknown judges. People choose to play, usually to get the enormous reward, but as we saw in this story, it's not always about the money.
I liked the book and the development of the characters, but at the same time it wasn't as great as the hype it's been given. 
The story is told from two points of view: heather's and‎ Dodge Mason's. Both are participating in the game for different reasons, and I liked how we get to understand the player and their personal reason for playing. The game brings them closer together as allies and then friends. 
Panic shows the reader that no one really knows anyone else because everyone has their own secrets. Overall, I'm glad I read it. 
Favourite Quotes:
There’s just something about her. Something about her. Which meant: Nothing about you.

And that was Dodge’s second secret, and the source of his power. He wasn’t afraid. He just didn’t care. And that was very, very different.

She saved the tigers for last. Bishop was taking a sip of her coffee and nearly choked. “You know that’s totally illegal, right?” he said. She rolled her eyes. “So are the pants you’re wearing. If you don’t tell, I won’t.”

No one had ever told her this basic fact: not everyone got to be loved. It was like those stupid bell curves they’d had to study in math class. There was the big, swollen, happy middle, a whale hump full of blissful couples and families eating around a big dining room table and laughing. And then, at the tapered ends, there were the abnormal people, the weirdos and freaks and zeros like her.

She thought all you needed to do- all any of them needed- was to get out. But maybe you carried your demons with you everywhere, the way you carried your shadow.

But that was the point. He was the same, and different. And that made her hopeful in a way. If people changed, it meant that she was allowed to change too. She could be different. She could be happier.

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