Title: The Power of Six
Author: Pittacus Lore
I’ve seen him on the news. Followed the stories about what happened in Ohio. John Smith, out there, on the run. To the world, he’s a mystery. But to me . . . he’s one of us.
Nine of us came here, but sometimes I wonder if time has changed us-if we all still believe in our mission. How can I know? There are six of us left. We’re hiding, blending in, avoiding contact with one another . . .but our Legacies are developing, and soon we’ll be equipped to fight. Is John Number Four, and is his appearance the sign I’ve been waiting for? And what about Number Five and Six? Could one of them be the raven-haired girl with the stormy eyes from my dreams? The girl with powers that are beyond anything I could ever imagine? The girl who may be strong enough to bring the six of us together?
They caught Number One in Malaysia.
Number Two in England.
And Number Three in Kenya.
They tried to catch Number Four in Ohio-and failed.
I am Number Seven. One of six still alive.
And I’m ready to fight.
The amazing sequel to ‘I am Number Four’. It is equally as intense and interesting as the first book. This book is taken from two perspectives, Four’s and Seven’s. More action, more discoveries, and even more problems arise.
As John (Four), runs for his life, with Six and Sam by his side, they travel through America, trying their best to stay hidden. They run into a mass amount of issues and obstacles.
On the other side, Seven is having issues convincing her guardian to escape from their temporary home at the orphanage.
Six is training Sam and Four, trying to make them ready for battle.
Sarah’s causing some problems on her side.
I don’t want to say much to ruin it. But a lot of the stuff that happens is unexpected, it surprising, it’s filled with action, and a few more mysteries are brought to light. Another awesome read! Too bad the next one won’t be out for a while…
World Building: 5/5
GoodReads Rating: 4.18/5
Being in love is a very strange thing. Your thoughts constantly drift towards this other person, no matter what you’re doing. You could be reaching for a glass in the cupboard or brushing your teeth or listening to someone tell a story, and your mind will just start drifting towards their face, their hair, the way they smell, wondering what they’ll wear, and what they’ll say the next time they see you. And on top of the constant dream state you’re in, your stomach feels like it’s connected to a bungee cord, and it bounces and bounces around for hours until it finally lodges itself next to your heart.
“If you ever know a man who tries to drown his sorrows, kindly inform him his sorrows know how to swim.”
I work my hardest and she still kicks the crap out of me.