Series: Crewel World (bk. 3)
Genera: Sci-fi Dystopian
Subjects: Utopias, fate, abilities, resistance to
government, love, alternate history
Setting: Arras
POV/Tense: 1st person POV, present tense:
Adelice Lewys
Age/Grade Level: Teen
Length: 286 pgs.
HC/PB: Hardcover
List Price: $17.99
Publisher: Macmillian: FSG
Summary/ product description: “Autonomous. Independent.
Dangerous. They tried to control her. Now she’ll destroy them.
Things
have changed behind the walls of the Coventry and new threats lurk in its
twisted corridors. When Adelice returns to Arras, she quickly learns that
something rotten has taken hold of the world and Cormac Patton needs her to
help him reestablish order. However, peace comes at a terrible price. As the
Guild manipulates the citizens of Arras, Adelice discovers that she’s not
alone, and she must let go of her past to fight for mankind’s future. She will
have to choose between an unimaginable alliance and a deadly war that could destroy
everyone she loves.”
My Review: I
really enjoyed this series. It’s unlike any other dystopian book I’ve read.
It’s alternate history, which you’d know if you read Altered or the Cypress
Project prequel. On Earth it’s only 16 years after WWII, but in Arras, where
time move 12 times as fast, it’s about 200. In Altered Adelice meet her
biological father, Dante, who’s only aged 16 months since she was born (because
1 month of Earth = 1 year on Arras). He is part of the Agenda, the rebellion to
stop Patton and the Cypress Project.
Adelice goes back to Arras. Patton wants to marry her
and parade her around as the face of Arras. She’s not only a Crewel who can
weave, but a Tailor who can alter. Some say she’s the Whorl. Altering is an ability
that usually only men can posses, but she can do it. She’s not as good as Dante
or Erik at it though. She wants to alter Patton while in his possession. She
sacrificed herself to help the Agenda and save Arras.
She gets to see her sister Amie, who has aged two
years in the time Adelice was gone. No longer is she 13, but 15. Practically a
woman. Amie wants to be a Spinster like her sister, but lack the ability to see
the weave in the looms. Adelice rather she be a dress designer like she
originally wanted to be before Patton altered her memories.
Jost plans to rescue his daughter Sebrina from the
Eastern sector. Adelice, Erik and Dante get a chance to help him with that, but
they discover a deadly virus affecting the citizens there. Adelice in in love
with Erik. She and Jost broke up in Altered when she told him she couldn’t be a
mother to Sebrina if it came down to it. I really liked Jost better in the
first book. I was team Jost all the way, but Erik isn’t too bad. It’s just that
my brother’s name is Erik too.
I did love this series. It’s been so long since I read
Crewel as an ARC and only just read Altered and Unraveled back-to-back. I’m
kind of disappointed in the open-ended ending. If you finished this series too
and want to check out how I think the book should of ended, scroll down below
my cover review.
Cover Art Review: Lovely emerald green color. Love the
hourglass. I love these new covers so much.
How Unraveled should have ended (SPOILERS FOR THOSE
WHO DID NOT READ THE BOOK)
Although the author only left hint of the possibility,
my theory in that Erik altered himself and Jost, switching each other’s
appearance. Erik tried healing himself while disguised as Jost. Adelice is convinced
she sees Erik’s eye in Jost. Gennifer Albin is very Crewel to not give us a
concrete answer, so I’ll write the ending for her. :)
….
“I know you’re not Jost,” I say. He freezes and his
eyes meet my gaze. With that look I know now more than ever whom those eye
belong to. “Erik,” I say.
“Yes,” he replies.
“You altered your appearance. Why?”
“Because Jost wanted me to. He wanted to sacrifice
himself for us.”
“Can you change you face back?”
“I can’t,” he says.
“Can’t? Or won’t?” I ask.
“I won’t. I need to let Sebrina know she still has a
father.”
“Okay then. Keep it. I still miss you face, but if’s
it’s for Sebrina or Jost, I suppose I can make that sacrifice. So, for Jost?”
“For Jost.”
“For us,” I say.
“For us,” he replies. And his lips meet mine.
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