Genres: Young Adult, Science Fiction, Romance
Release Date: April 1st 2014
Publishing House: Greenwillow
Number of pages: 384
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Ava, a teenage girl living aboard the male-dominated, conservative deep space merchant ship Parastrata, faces betrayal, banishment, and death. Taking her fate into her own hands, she flees to the Gyre, a floating continent of garbage and scrap in the Pacific Ocean.
This is a sweeping and harrowing novel about a girl who can’t read or write or even withstand the forces of gravity. What choices will she make? How will she build a future on an earth ravaged by climate change?
*An eARC was provided by Greenwillow Books in exchange for an honest review.
How could I have resisted a gorgeous, intriguing cover like that? Of course, the cover had lured me to give this book a shot. I didn’t finish this book. At around 22%, I just about gave up on the book completely.
That doesn’t mean this was a bad book! It just wasn’t a book for me. With its elegant, descriptive and poetic writing, it was no wonder Salvage had not really interested me. I do appreciate and love how authors can write this beautifully, but I much prefer simple writing to get me into the story and the characters. Other people might find this type of writing to be the book’s asset, even.
In addition to this writing, Salvage also had some odd terms and names. They’re not your ordinary, odd-spelled names–they’re practically sentences in themselves. Could you picture yourself naming your child something like Luck Be with Us on This Journey? To sum it up, it was the writing style that led this book to my DNF shelf.
I also find the heroine to be quite immature. She made decisions too quickly and never bothered to think of the consequences. I guess this is also why the romance moved on a bit too fast for my liking.
If you’re a fan of this type of writing, you can go on and find more redeeming qualities from this novel. I don’t think I got far enough to find any of Salvage‘s better aspects. I did like where the plot was going by the time I stopped–things were heating up and were getting exciting–but I just couldn’t go on with this type of writing.