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Dry by Neal Shusterman & Jarod ShustermanDrop everything right now and get this book and a liter

Dry 

by Neal Shusterman & Jarod Shusterman

Drop everything right now and get this book and a liter of Smart Water.

It is not surprising that Dry is an unblinking-eyes-glued to the page-terror-filled car-crash that you can’t look away from type of read. It does, after all, have Neal Shusterman at its helm. Co-written with his son, Jarrod Shusterman, I suppose is proof that genius may in fact be genetic.

You may remember Shusterman from earlier entries about the incredible and terrifyingly possible world of The Unwind Dystology. If you were a fan of that, you will surely be a fan of this. A little Michael Grant’s Gone Series paired with Emmy Laybourne’s Monument 14 world but wholly Shusterman in eloquence and verisimilitude to our world today.

Dry opens with a sputtering faucet, as the Morrow family tries to fill Kingston’s water bowl. The tap is dry. So begins the “Tap-Out,” a water crisis for all of Southern California. Seemingly not an unsurmountable event- well if it weren’t for all of SoCal becoming a dust bowl in recent years and the Frivolous Water Act draining all swimming pools, fountains and the like.  Because people can survive for a time without transportation, electricity and adults - but every body needs water.

So embarks the tale of three misfits: the stalwart Alyssa, her younger brother Garrett and the survivalist creepy kid next door, Kelton. Three shortly turns into four and then five once a gifted street urchin and preppy spoiled business kid join the mix. This motley collection of characters proves that even the unlikeliest alliances can form during a catastrophe. 

Shifting in narration amongst our rogue troupe while alternately periscoping outside into the unraveling martial law mob landscape compounds the growing tension in the narrative. We learn the sum of all the stories whereas each character only sees from one perspective, and in this case, maybe ignorance is bliss. 

I almost started to reread this book as soon as I turned the final page. It was that good. It made me simultaneously want to stock up on perishables and take shorter showers. But this is the type of book-satisfying hydration that is not just skin deep. It is worthy of book-group discussions about mob mentality, about what lengths people will go to in order to survive, about conservation and climate change. But then, this at the core of all Shusterman novels: a serious question about humanity disguised as a YA page-turner.

And doesn’t that make you a little bit thirsty?


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Hayden [young, naïve]: I hope something good happens!

Hayden [now]: I hope whatever bad thing happens is at least funny.

Lev: Miracolina gave me a get better soon card.

Risa: Aw, that’s sweet!

Lev: I wasn’t sick. She just thought I could do better.

Hayden: "Hold the fuck up" I say. 

Hayden: I am the fuck up.

Hayden: Please hold me.

Lev: Are you a practicing homosexual?

Hayden: I don’t need to practice, I’m very good at it.

Grace: When I was younger I tried to form a gang once.

Connor: How’d it go?

Grace: It turned into a book club.

Starkey: [breathes]

Hayden: I’d tell you to go to hell, but I don’t want to see you there.

Lev: Have you tried yelling?

Miracolina: I have no idea what you’re referring to, but of course I’ve tried yelling.

Connor: You’d do that for me?

Argent: I’d do a lot of things to you.

Connor: …For- for me?

Argent: Hm? Yep, that too.

Grace: wait, so Cam kissed you and you said “thank you?”

Risa: Yes.

Grace: Well, that was very polite.

Bam: You know, Freud said that 90% of all human behavior is motivated by sexual impulses. But come on, you know, give me some credit. I’d say at least 30% of my behavior is motivated by advertising and the rest by violence in film.

Hayden: For me, it’s 98% getting my dad to love me, 2% chocolate.

Miracolina: Please, I’m begging you, let me die.

Lev: [wags finger like an Instagram makeup artist]

Hayden: Did you see my underwear?

Connor: No.

Hayden [grabbing at his pants]: Did you want to?

Miracolina: There’s literally nothing I love more than Lev—

Lev: Hey, Miracolina.

Miracolina: Lev, shut the fuck up, I’m trying to tell people how much I love you.

Connor: You look depressed.

Hayden: Thanks, it’s the depression.

Lev: Feels like you’re being a little harsh.

Miracolina: Thanks, good note. I was going for extremely harsh, I’ll turn it up.

Risa: What’s your blood type?

Cam: How should I know?

Risa: How could you notknow?

Cam: Who am I, Karl Landsteiner, discoverer of blood types?

Miracolina: sorry I was late. I was… doing things.

Lev: [slams open the door, noticeably disheveled]

Lev: SHE PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS!

Kirk: I know you sneaked out last night, Connor.

Connor [thinking]: Play dumb!

Connor [out loud]: Who’s Connor?

Lev: Well, when I’m with a girl I like, it’s hard for me to say anything cool or witty. Or at all. I can usually make a few vowel sounds, and then I have to go away.

Connor: It’s not that bad.

Lev: No, it is. I think girls are more interested in a boy who can talk.

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