By: Erin Bowman
Location: FIC BOW
Genre: dystopian-post apocalyptic -utopian, with a love triangle and a male POV. There you have it!
Walls, there have been a few, the Berlin Wall, The Warsaw Ghetto, the wall in the West Bank, the fence in the boy in stripped PJ's- all barriers to stop you going in- or coming out. People have them too. Walls. They put them up inside themselves to stop you coming in, or you put them around yourself to stop you going out. Walls are never good!
This book is about a wall, and it is not good either...
There are no men in Claysoot. There are boys—but every one of them vanishes at midnight on his eighteenth birthday. The ground shakes, the wind howls, a blinding light descends…and he’s gone.
They call it the Heist.
Gray Weathersby’s eighteenth birthday is mere months away, and he’s prepared to meet his fate–until he finds a strange note from his mother and starts to question everything he’s been raised to accept: the Council leaders and their obvious secrets. The Heist itself. And what lies beyond the Wall that surrounds Claysoot–a structure that no one can cross and survive.
Climbing the Wall is suicide, but what comes after the Heist could be worse. Should he sit back and wait to be taken–or risk everything on the hope of the other side?