Sunday, 15 June 2014

Review: Annabel (Delirium Novella #0.5) by Lauren Oliver Synopsis:
Lena's mother, Annabel, has always been a mystery—a ghost in Lena's past. Until now.

Discover her secrets in Lauren Oliver's brilliant original digital story set in the world of New York Times bestsellers Delirium and Pandemonium.

Lena Halloway's mother, Annabel, supposedly committed suicide when Lena was only six years old. That's the lie that Lena grew up believing, but the truth is very different. As a rebellious teenager, Annabel ran away from home and straight into the man she knew she was destined to marry. The world was different then—the regulations not as stringent, the cure only a decade old. Fast forward to the present, and Annabel is consigned to a dirty prison cell, where she nurtures her hope of escape and scratches one word over and over into the walls: Love.

But Annabel, like Lena, is a fighter. Through chapters that alternate between her past and present, Annabel reveals the story behind her failed cures, her marriage, the births of her children, her imprisonment, and, ultimately, her daring escape.

This novella was done beautifully to put it simply. The writing was once again fluent and full of emotion that resulted in a really moving piece. It was really interesting finding out Annabel’s full story and from her perspective; not people twisting it to make her seem like someone she wasn’t or tales based on misguided emotions.

But what I loved the most was how normal the voice of Annabel sounded. I never expected her to be the happy-go-lucky mother from Lena’s memory but the fact that the Crypts never broke her and she remained sane shows how strong she was.

This novella is told before Delirium, but I think it is best that you read Delirium first and get everything from Lena’s POV beforehand. Delirium also contains all of the world building and gives you a feel for the characters and their world, whereas this novella Annabel was more character development for Annabel (of course).
Favourite Quotes:
“It is my pen, too. With it, I write my story, again and again, in the walls. So I don’t forget. So it becomes real.”

“That’s what time does: We stand stubbornly like rocks while it flows all around us, believing that we are immutable – and all the time we’re being carved, and shaped, and whittled away.”

“That’s the easy thing about falling: there is only one choice after that.”

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