![]() ![]() On Sunday, July 10th, 2005 at 7:51 pm and is filed under 2005 Book Challenge, Reading. When you died I did and so it didn’t matter. You were not even forcing tears back down because there weren’t any because you were dead. You were staring down through the slats of the bleachers to the gym floor. You could taste the bitter peel of polish. off of your green gym shorts and chewing your fingernails on the other hand. You were peeling the yellow rubber thing that said N.H.H.S. ![]() Sand told you to go to the principal’s office. You were sitting on the bleachers in P.E. It is filled with late 70’s/early 80’s detail, and does not have much of Block’s characteristic poetic prose and magical realism, though it is nonetheless beautifully written. The book is powerful and provocative, but I felt Block pulled her punches at the end with a soap-opera-convention plot turn. The book is narrated alternately by all three, even by Lex, seemingly from beyond the dead. Marina casts about for reasons, aided by her friend West. ![]() Wasteland, a teen-fiction novel, is the spare, bittersweet story of Marina, and her sorrow in the wake of her brother Lex’s death. ![]() #48 in my 50 book challenge for the year. ![]()
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