The Way – Mary E. Twomey

Blue Anders lives in a world not separated by race, creed or color, but by blood type. She must fight against and alongside her brother to free their people and end the slavery forced upon her family. Standing up to her sociopath brother will be difficult, but admitting what she wants when she meets an intriguing man from the ruling class just might be impossible.

Again, from the freebie bin, a book comes. Short version: The Hunger Games meets Twilight.

She surrounded the naïveté with tall bricks, guards and barbed wire to match the barriers that separated A -blood types from the B s. The Waywards from the Vemreaux. The Way from the real world.

A little slow in the beginning but quickly picking up speed this is on of the most unique stories I have ever read. Mary Tworney is a wonderful author who keeps you guessing and pulls at your heartstrings again and again.

“Baird, do you ever wish you were B- blood?” “ I don’t waste my time on wishing, and neither should you.” “ Okay.” Blue scooped up a puny amount of cow poop and moved it onto the conveyor belt. “

It would be kinda cool if we were the ones who reacted to the Fountain of Youth, like the B- bloods. Stop aging, live an extra hundred twenty years.” Distracted by her daydream, Blue hefted too large a pile for her slight size. Baird cleared his throat, and Blue remembered the façade. She dropped half the excrement back to the grass and sighed. “Beats shoveling scratch in a work camp.”

“ Yeah. Except for that little tradeoff of the hankering for O- type human blood.”

“ Right. Except for that.”

The Way is about a dystopian world where there are two classes. Vemreaux are the ruling class and have a type of blood that basically allows them to extend their life by becoming a type of vampire. The change allows them to live longer, become stronger and begins a craving for blood. Waywards are the working class and controlled as slaves or indentured servants in America. Something is killing the Vemreaux. No one knows what it is that is killing them, and the only hint of hope is a prophecy that speaks of a Wayward female that will fight the killer.

A difficult book for many reasons. It was written sufficiently well and there seemed few YA cliché-tropes to make me vomit, but everything else left a lot to be desired.

All of the characters had one personality trait and that was it, and they were all hideously self-serving and incredibly teenage. If I wanted to hear teenagers whinging about how they knew everything and had feelings that no one else ever had (like, ever) I’d go to Tumblr.

The blatant omission of one blood-group might have been intriguing if the whole blood-type was explained even a little bit. I assume an after effect of the nuclear war, but that seems convoluted and far-fetched. And why do they need blood when iron supplements would obviously work just as well? It felt a bit messy, and the annoying characters didn’t help.

The book also kinda ends in a clifhanger which I suppose is OK if you’re looking forward to reading the next book, but otherwise it feels like someone stole your desert.

“Hardest part’s over, Blue. That pain you’re feeling? It’ll dull. It always does.” His tone was hollow with suppressed sorrow, and Blue could tell, beneath her own unhappiness, that Alec was the only one in the vehicle who could somehow relate. That would have to be enough. The four of them would have to be enough. Someone to understand her plight. Someone to make her smile through the fight. Someone to bicker with and distract her. Someone to hold her together and love her.

They would be her weapons. They would make her strong. Together, they would fight to free the Vemreaux from whatever tyranny dared rise up to meet them.


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