I enjoyed this dip into the life of a young woman who can tell what everyone around her is thinking. I did find myself wondering why her grandma didn’t prepare her better for the world she was getting into, and why she was so quick to trust a pretty face–though that was explained (but not entirely to my satisfaction) later.
Still, it’s a fun, almost light–if any dystopian novel could be called light–read. I may try to pick up the sequel if I get past my frustration with an ending that’s a blatant ad for the next book.
Dust is the third book in Hugh Howie’s Silo series, and while it continues to have the detailed world-building, interesting characters (Juliet and Donald are both fascinating), and suspenseful, fast-paced plot of the first two, I found myself less invested in this one. I spent much of the book with the nagging feeling that something was missing–important bits of the complicated groundwork laid in the first two books dropped away, leaving a much less complicated dystopia, with loose threads (characters, bits of the conspiracy) left hanging to unravel or chafe, so that the (admittedly satisfying) ending felt too easy. Perhaps another book in this world will come and pick up the dropped threads–or perhaps I’m too picky.
Nonetheless, this was fun, and I’d probably pick up another Hugh Howie book, even in this series, if the occasion arose.