I suspect I'd have enjoyed them more if the author hadn't resorted to "baby-naming." What do I mean by that? Giving things the sort of names a ten-year-old would come up with, either because they can't remember the whole word ("propos" for propaganda) or because it sounds cleverer than it is ("tracker jackers").
This is a series about teenagers murdering each other. We don't call any weapon the Huggerlove 9000, do we?
...okay, unless you're Husky.
Saturday, April 19, 2014
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