Book Review: The 5th Wave by Rick Yancey (The Fifth Wave #1)

16101128The 5th Wave by Rick Yancey

RATINGS: ★★★★★

GENRE: Young Adult; Sci-Fi

SERIES: The Fifth Wave 

PUBLISHER: Published May 7th 2013 by Putnam Juvenile

FORMAT: Paperback

PURCHASE: kindle | paperback

Blurb: After the 1st wave, only darkness remains. After the 2nd, only the lucky escape. And after the 3rd, only the unlucky survive. After the 4th wave, only one rule applies: trust no one. Now, it’s the dawn of the 5th wave, and on a lonely stretch of highway, Cassie runs from Them. The beings who only look human, who roam the countryside killing anyone they see. Who have scattered Earth’s last survivors. To stay alone is to stay alive, Cassie believes, until she meets Evan Walker. Beguiling and mysterious, Evan Walker may be Cassie’s only hope for rescuing her brother—or even saving herself. But Cassie must choose: between trust and despair, between defiance and surrender, between life and death. To give up or to get up. (Provided by Goodreads)

REVIEW: If I want to remind myself of keeping my faith to humanity, I just have to reread this book. If we are God’s clay then we must be his masterpiece. A masterpiece that is only molded, sharpened, and strengthened to withstand any storm by what doesn’t kill it.

This is my first ever read from Rick Yancey but I felt like I have read many stories written by him. When I finished the 5th wave, I didn’t perceive the book as another post-apocalyptic/Sci-fi young adult fiction rather as a reminder to humanity that all wars that have been waged and fought throughout the history are a civil war; a war with ourselves; A war with our own kind and specie; Humanity is the battlefield. The extraterrestrial invaders may or may not exist at all but how do we distinguish ourselves from them if we advance ourselves into murdering our own kind the way we see them murdering us and making this planet as their own to rule. This made me think what if they really have been watching us all these centuries? Preparing and just waiting for the right time to launch their frying saucers and toast us. Crap, this is so E.T. I couldn’t bring myself to imagine their arrival I hope it’s not as simple as getting off a plane.

Despite being a page-turner, there is a predictable part in this book which I guess is maybe in stories like this, the one whom we thought are good might be the bad ones. But it never occurred to me that maybe the bad one who was disguised as a hero was a hero after all.

I was lost in a thousand miles away setting of the story. There were silencers and the good and bad people and the people in between. I don’t know. It’s like in every turn of pages is another day for Cassie to seize to find and save her brother. Yancey made a heroine with a soft spot for family in the form of her father and Sammy; and the possible build of romance in the form of Evan Walker and Ben Parish. I see how Cassie cares for her brother; just like Katniss cares for Prim in The Hunger Games.

Cassie is a well-crafted, perfectly molded heroine who doesn’t let her male equal to mess with her head. She trusts no one but her heart and instincts; and she prepares herself to something bigger than her before she makes her next moves. That’s what, I think, differs her from Beatrice Prior in Insurgent. Beatrice was so brave and unstoppable, look where it got and what it cost her.

I was swayed but still kept on the edge of my seat the moment Evan Walker slide into the picture. I knew the romance has commenced. The presence of romance in what seemed an infinite sea of betrayal, worry, rage, disbelief and lies kept them ashore. There’s a pacifier; Just like Evan pacifies Cassie as Four to Tris (Divergent) and as Peeta to Katniss (The Hunger Games). And my pacifier in the story is Sammy. His character exudes equanimity. He’s so adorable and filled with innocence. He trusts without doubts and he clings to promises as if promises were not made to be broken but made to be kept. He taught me that childhood really is the least complicated stage of human existence; the simplest of its form. Having said all this, I knew then that no battle has ever won when your filled with hatred, cunning and the spirit if vengeance (Chapter 30 and 61). This the downfall of every human being-yes in that order. But when a battle is fought with love and hope and the purpose of reconciliation, it is won.

I’m praising Mr. Yancey for molding characters with a courageous heart and an unconditional love for a family and hope for humanity. Characters who weaved through the extremes of bravery , innocence, trust, love and hope to remind us what lengths a human being would willing to go to restore its humanity. Yancey’s range and talent is universal; it’s vast and extraordinary. His style of writing is another factor that drew me to the story. It seemed to me that he went through the depths and vastness of the English language and used every unique word that was perfectly used to create the visual of this story. From the sound and image made palpable, to raw emotions that will crawl into your skin to every gruesome and action-packed battle that will make our heart pound. I think I need to have a cup of coffee with Mr. Yancey so he can spare me some of his talent.

To wrap everything up, it occurred to me that all the books I have borrowed from my friends a long time ago and were due a long time ago too are the worthy reads. As this year unfolds, I will also try to keep my faith in humanity. Thanks, The 5th Wave!

P.S I started reading this after I watched the video of the only survivor of ISIS massacre last year. My review probably looks like an essay for an International Studies class or whatever.


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