Croak by Gina DamicoCroak by Gina Damico


byGina Damico

Paperback | March 20, 2012

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Fed up with her wild behavior, sixteen-year-old Lex's parents ship her off to upstate New York to live with her Uncle Mort for the summer, hoping that a few months of dirty farm work will whip her back into shape. But Uncle Mort's true occupation is much dirtier than shoveling manure. He's a Grim Reaper. And he's going to teach Lex the family business. She quickly assimilates into the peculiar world of Croak, a town populated by reapers who deliver souls from this life to the next. But Lex can't stop her desire for justice-or is it vengeance?-whenever she encounters a murder victim, craving to stop the attackers before they can strike again. Will she ditch Croak and go rogue with her reaper skills?
Gina Damico is the author of Hellhole, Wax, and the grim-reapers-gone-wild books of the Croak trilogy. She has also dabbled as a tour guide, transcriptionist, theater house manager, scenic artist, movie extra, office troll, retail monkey, yarn hawker and breadmonger. A native of Syracuse, New York, she now lives in Los Angeles with he...
Title:CroakFormat:PaperbackDimensions:320 pages, 8.25 × 5.5 × 0.77 inPublished:March 20, 2012Publisher:Houghton Mifflin HarcourtLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0547608322

ISBN - 13:9780547608327


Rated 5 out of 5 by from Love this series Great sense of humour, mysteries that catch you by surprise, and characters you fall in love with. This series scratches a lot of itches left after Harry Potter. Make sure you start with the first one though (croak). I accidentally read the first two chapters of the last book and that's mega spoilers.
Date published: 2015-09-01
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I love this series! This book picks up right after Lex see's the death of her twin sister. Zara, a rogue reaper who has a serious vendetta against Lex. Things start to get really rough with explosions hitting Croak, so they head to DeMyse where they hope they will be accepted with friendliness, since they're leaving Croak on bad terms. Even as mayor, Uncle Mort only has so much power in town, but he's hoping his deep roots and connections with the other mayors will be enough to keep them out of danger. I find Gina Damico to be be an amazing writer, with a great sense of humor that had me chuckling from the late at night to the early hours of the morning. I highly recommend this to young readers, as it is a young adult book. Definitely a 5-5 from me.
Date published: 2015-02-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Croak Death Reapers I love books about death, and reapers, or anything involving the two. It fascinates me, and this book satisfied my need for a new reaper book. It's a juvenile book, but it didn't make it any less fun to read for me. I would recommend it to anyone over the age of 13. Lex's parents are sick of her behavior in and out of school and decide to give her a not so fun vacation at her uncle's house for the summer. She's surprisingly not dreading it, except for the fact she will be apart from her twin sister Cordy for the first time ever. They share a room, and are the typical twins with a very close relationship, but they couldn't be more different in personality. When she arrives at her uncle's house, in the city of Croak, she quickly realizes she's not there to help work on a farm, which she presumed based on what her parent's told her to expect. What she IS there for, is something she could have never imagined in her wildest dreams, but it's not all bad, she's finally finding a group that accepts her for who she is. I absolutely rate this book a 5-5 and will be starting on Scorch the second book in the series immediately.
Date published: 2014-12-31
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Awesome! Ahhh, why didn't I read this sooner? It was so awesome! I couldn't put it down. I'm so glad I had a copy of Scorch on hand because I almost started it immediately after finishing this. I don't even know what to say about this one, it was just too good! Definitely one of my favourite books of the year! Thank you so much Gina! You are amazing and made it so I was completely unable to put this down! It was just so different from any other book I've read, very unique and funny! so many times I was laughing out loud. So we have Lex, a 16 year old who has a problem with everyone and everything. She uses her fists to slove her problems and it really doesn't really know why she is so violent, she hasn't always been this way. She just knows she can't help it. So she is shipped off to her uncles and becomes a teenaged Grim. She actually really enjoys it and it does wonders for her temper. Finally she has friends and seems to fit in. Next there is Driggs, the sexy boy living with her uncle, the boy whom she immediately hates and punches in the eye the first night. He hits back of course, and they start down their rocky slope towards love. Driggs is quite the guy, he has two differently coloured eyes and is apparently extremely hot. He is hard not to like and I was just waiting for them to get together the whole time. Needless to say, I thouroughly enjoyed Croak. It's my first book about Grim Reapers and I couldn't be any happier with it. I did guess the "bad" gut pretty early on though. I'm not at all disappointed by that though. I'm hoping for great things in Scorch, I've enjoyed what I've read so far. If you are at all interested in a laugh out loud, original, unique coming of age story, read this one! Please don't wait forever like me, you are missing out big time! Just make sure you have the next book on hand, you're going to need it. Also, the ending is very sad, I was in tears for much of it. Clearly an amazing and emotional, can't be put down book that you HAVE to read!
Date published: 2013-01-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Should have read this sooner! Amazing! Another awesome book by Gina Damico. I have to say that I'm still very surprised at how much I enjoyed these because at first, from the synopsis I was a little wary, BUT I'd heard so many great things about them. So when I was sent this one by the publisher, I knew I had to at least try it. I don't regret it at all! Actually, I regret not reading them sooner because they are so awesome! I once again had the hardest time putting this one down! You guys should really read them if you haven't. So Scorch basically picks up where Croak leaves off (which was a very sad ending!) and we are dropped back into Lex's life as a teenage grim reaper. She and all of the other junior grims, for that matter, are being shunned by the senior grim community (well, most of them). The seniors want to ban them and blame them for helping Zara, even saying that they still are helping her. Basically there is a huge uprising and the juniors are forced to flee Croak, with the exception of Sophie, and head to DeMyse, another grim city that is a lot like Vegas. All the while, they are still trying to figure out a way to stop Zara and get a hold of the The Wrong Book before her. I loved Lex and the juniors even more in this book, they are pretty amusing characters. There are a lot of laughs in these books, which is weird since they are about people who Kill and Cull for a living. But, it's really good because I love a book that makes me laugh out loud, as this one did, multiple times! At the same time, the ending once again was super sad! I was in tears for parts of it. Books that pull at my emotions are always good for me because I have a horrible tendency to hold things in. This way I get a bit of an emotional release (sometimes I even seek out books that are supposed to be sad just for that reason). So once again, this is just as well written, funny, emotional, page turning and awesome as Croak. I will definitely not be waiting as long to read the next book, Rogue. Especially after the ending of this one where there were a lot of things that happened that left me with my mouth gaping. These were thoroughly enjoyed by me and you should really read them! *A copy was provided by the publisher for review*
Date published: 2013-01-16
Rated 4 out of 5 by from For those who like a side of humour with their paranormal Croak by Gina Damico was one of my surprise favourites earlier this year. It was fun, clever, exciting. A perfect recipe for success. Because of my love for Croak I was a bit nervous going into Scorch.Would it live up to the brilliance of the first book? But I should have known better than to worry. Gina's writing has a way of putting you at ease. Letting you lean back and enjoy the ride as she piles on the crazy. Just like in Croak, the dialogue in this novel was spot on. The conversations felt entirely real and could have easily been happening right in front of me. And because the dialogue was so perfect, the characters really came to life. They had real emotions, relationships and real faults. Even the bad guys were relatable and you just don't see that very often. Even better than the dialogue was the relationship between Lex and Driggs. They have the perfect partnership. Lex doesn't give up who she is to be with Driggs and vice versa. They treat each other as equals and they work together. It's a beautiful thing! It was nice to see a YA relationship where they trust one another and there's no angsty nonsense. I'm not saying things are perfect all of the time, but it is one hundred percent believable that these two are in love. There is a lot more action in this book. Partially because it isn`t completely situated in the town of Croak. And although I loved Croak, this was a nice change of pace. The other reason is that there's a lot more danger in this book. The fear is immediate and some really horrible things happen to beloved characters. Gina Damico obviously wasn't afriad to make some hard decisions while writing this book and that really helped set a dramatic, urgent tone in Scorch. And though some parts broke my heart, or made me throw the book across the room, it was a better novel because of it. Once again Gina Damico has produced a fabulous novel. Funny, creepy, suspensful. An absolute joy to read. If you haven't read this series yet, you're missing out. Final recommendation: A must for those who like a side of humour with their paranormal. Also recommeded for those who enjoyed the show Dead Like Me. This and other reviews at Hooked on Books (
Date published: 2012-10-11
Rated 5 out of 5 by from SUPER fun and SUPER awesome and SUPER original! Absolutely 5 SHINY (like this cover) STARS! Sometimes I think I read so many books that finding an original and captivating gem in the bunch gets harder by the day, but Croak reminds me why I love to read. It's knee-slappingly fun but still dark at the same time! As a huge Soul Screamers fan, I already have a weakness for reapers but Gina Damico still brings something new to the table! These reapers carry actual scythes and only have the job of carting souls off to the Afterlife, where quirky ghosts like Elvis and Edgar Allan Poe can wallow in peace. Lex has to be one of the most spunky, temperamental, and stubborn heroines I've ever met — but she's also one of my favourites! She doesn't take crap from anyone, not even her twin sister Cordy, but her fair heart still makes her wince when she has to reap the souls of a murdered victim. Along with her swoon-worthy partner Driggs and a whole group of misfit apprentice reapers, they will make you want to move to Croak ASAP! ♥ But it's not just all fun and games. The mysterious murders in the novel add a serious undertone, along with how Lex is wholeheartedly against unfair deaths. And that twist at the end... Break my heart, why don't you, Gina?? Intense is only the beginning of this amazing debut! With a hilarious cast, a mysterious plot, and creativity packed to the max, it's safe to say that I love Croak to death! Like Adam Rex said, there are so many books with worlds that I would love to live in, but dying in this one doesn't sound like such a bad idea. ;) BUY or BORROW?: If my five stars aren't enough to convince you, maybe me adding this to my Favourites shelf will? I usually don't pre-order books this far in advance, but I'm already planning on buying the sequel, Scorch! :)
Date published: 2012-06-28
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Delightful and Hilarious Debut Who would have thought a novel about Grim Reapers could be so delightful? Gina Damico has created the fabulous town of Croak, a mostly isolated community where one third of America's Grim Reapers, live, sleep and work. I loved how creative this setting was. Everything about it was unqiue and catchy and the way everything, from the store to the local bar was named after death - yes some of the names were pretty cheesy but that was part of the fun! They even have there very own drink, which is said to taste like drinking desert. Sign me up for some of that! Setting aside, what really made me fall head over heels for this book was Lex. She has some absolutely hilarious moments. Shes angry, she's stubborn and she isn't afraid to speak her mind (even if what she has to say is kind of rude). And she was perfectly paired with Driggs, her partner in death. Their personalities seem to clash yet perfectly compliment each other at the same time. I thought the dialogue of their many arguments was spot on. One of the major sore spots for Lex, in her new found calling, is that often times when someone is murdered they (the Reapers) are able to see exactly who committed the crime but they are forbidden from interfering. Lex feels pretty strongly that they can (and should) do something about all these horrible people in the world. I thought this led to an interesting and thought provoking plot. Amongst the humour, this book was also able to raise some important questions about who should choose punishments, who gets to “play God”, and what exactly justice is. Very clever the way Gina slipped that in. For those looking for something a little more light hearted, you're going to find plenty to enjoy within these pages. But for those who like their stories a little more complex I think there's plenty here for you as well. I think this book has a unique ability to adapt - depending on you want to get out of it. I can't wait for the sequel so I can read more about the people of Croak and see how Gina Diamaco expands on many of the obstacles Lex is faced with. This and other reviews at Hooked on Books (
Date published: 2012-04-28

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4   "I gotta be honest, Lex," Uncle Mort said as they continued down the hill into town, slowing the bike so they could speak without yelling. "You look just about ready to soil yourself."   Lex shot him a glare, then eyed a sign at the side of the road that read Croak! Population: 78. The number clicked over to 80 as they passed.   She scrunched up her nose. "That was weird."   "But accurate."   Lex gazed at the handful of small buildings as they passed by. "I don’t get it. Where’s the town?" she asked, searching into the distance.   "You’re in it."   "This is it?"   "It is small," Uncle Mort agreed. "But it’s got heart."   Lex assumed he meant this literally as well as figuratively, since both sides of the street were lined with blooms of brilliantly red bleeding-heart flowers. As she gawked at the short buildings, she got the eeriest feeling that she had stumbled into a historical theme park. The storefronts just seemed so old-fashioned, like they were part of some bygone era of yore, or maybe even yesteryear. She had only ever seen places like this on the evening news during election years, when politicians invaded to kiss babies and purchase homemade pies from smiling, toothless bakery owners.   "Please tell me you have running water," she said.   "Of course. Tuesdays and Thursdays."   She couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic.   "Don’t worry," he said. "Croak’s a pretty modern place. Up there are the Pine Condos, where some of the younger people live, and a few good shops on the right down Slain Lane." He pointed to a side street paved with cobblestones, unlike the smooth pavement of the one they were on. Lex craned her neck and spotted a handful of oddly named stores: a flower shop called Pushing Daisies, a mattress place labeled The Big Sleep, and a grocery store with a giant sign reading Bought the Farm.   At the junction of the two roads, a gravestonelike obelisk rose out of a small fountain. Uncle Mort nodded to the left. "Best diner in the universe right there. Hello, Dora!" he called to the ancient woman sweeping the sidewalk outside. She waved cheerily.   "And the library’s up on the left—oh, but check this out, our pride and joy," he said with reverence, looking straight ahead. At a fork in the road stood the tallest building in town, clocking in at a whopping two stories. The Victorian house was painted a sunny yellow, with friendly letters spelling out the word Bank across the façade. The wooden front porch contained a hammock, a small table, and, naturally, a pitcher of lemonade. "We take our investments very seriously."   Lex struggled to take it all in. She had never seen a bank that looked as though it could double as a summer home. Nor could she conceive of a place that didn’t seem to have a single traffic light. And the quaint, nostalgic street sign labeled Dead End rather than Main Street only confirmed her suspicions that the town had surely lost its quaint, nostalgic marbles.   Then, just like that, it was behind them.   The bike veered onto the fork to the left of the Bank and passed a large field on the right. Across that, a dozen or so houses stretched down the other fork, looking like any other suburb in America.   Lex squirmed in her seat. "Are you kidding me? That was not a town," she said. "I mean, where’s the Starbucks?"   Uncle Mort sighed. "Lex, I know you’re from New York, so I’m going to forgive you for that. But let me tell you something right now, something that I don’t want you ever to forget: Starbucks is an abomination."   Lex was speechless, for she now believed there was no way in a million years this man could possibly be a blood relative.   "And here are my digs," he said as the bike slowed. "What do you think?"   Lex no longer knew what to think. The house was practically a larger version of Uncle Mort himself—loud, schizophrenic, and potentially fatal. Speckled with all manner of colors in no apparent pattern, it looked as if it had rolled around the countryside picking up random items and whatnots before finally coming to a halt at the top of its grassy hill.   Lex ogled the bizarre devices poking out of each window as the bike rolled to a stop. She took off her helmet and dropped it to the ground. "You really live here?" she asked, her voice tinged with the faintest trace of warmth. This house, in all its chaotic glory, reminded her of her bedroom back home.   Uncle Mort dismounted the bike. "Yep. And now, so do you." He handed her a set of keys. "Your room is the first door on the left."   Lex, who from the moment of her conception had never had a room of her own, snatched the keys out of his hand and tore into the house. If she really was going to be stuck here for the duration of the summer, she might as well become accustomed to the living quarters in which she would undoubtedly be holing herself up. And at least this was an actual house with actual walls and not a crusty, fetid hayloft, as she had feared. It almost seemed—she hardly dared to think it—kind of cool.   She burst into the front hallway. Unsurprisingly, the kitchen was a mess, and the living room was buried under piles of unidentifiable paraphernalia. Useless junk clogged each pore. Empty photograph frames collected dust at every turn, while a large tank of jellyfish stretched across an entire wall, like a live mural. The luggage Lex’s mother had sent sat at the edge of it all, blending in perfectly. Lex grinned, her sense of alienation abating. This was exactly the way she and Cordy had always preferred to live: in utter squalor and disarray.   Tingling with anticipation, Lex ran down the hall to her room and flung open the door.   Her face fell.   No bedlam. No eyesores. And not a single useless trinket.   Instead, a beautifully carved armoire stood gracefully in the corner. Next to it, a desk made from spotless white oak. Pink bedding, curtains, and rugs, as if a flamingo had exploded. And worst of all, looming on the wall across from the frilly, perfectly made bed: a Titanic movie poster.   Lex shrieked in horror and slammed the door. "What was that?"   "What’s wrong?" Uncle Mort asked as he entered the house. "You don’t like it?"   "I hate it! Were those doilies?!"   "Dammit." He sighed. "I thought I could trust him with this."   Lex glanced at the slightly open door across from hers, on which was tacked a poster of The Who. She peeked through the crack, but all she could see was a massive set of drums. Next to that, another door was wide open and spewing a heavy stream of smoke. She squinted down a set of stairs at several bubbling vials of goo.   "Your basement’s on fire."   "Oh, that’s just my lab," Uncle Mort calmly replied, closing the door and fanning the sulfuric fumes away. "I like to tinker."   "I see." Lex strayed back into the living room and looked around, confused. "Where’s the TV?"   "I don’t have one."   "WHAT?" she yelled. "WHAT?"   "After a few days you won’t even care. And don’t worry about your room; it’ll all be fixed by the time we get back."   "Get back? Where are we going?"   "Out. Can’t very well have the redecorators come in while you’re still here, can we? Besides, we have to talk."   "Yeah, right." She let out a huff, walked into the kitchen, and sat down, throwing her muddy feet up onto the table. "You almost killed me about twelve times in the past hour. I’m not going anywhere with you."   "Ah, but you are."   "Make me."   "Gladly."   And with a lightning-quick swoop of his arm, Uncle Mort grabbed his niece by the waist yet again, flung her over his shoulder, and walked out the door. As she was lugged upside down through the empty streets of Croak, Lex thrashed with a ferocity that would have impressed even the most seasoned probation officer. Yet Uncle Mort seemed not to notice, and before long, Lex’s protests were reduced to nothing more than an occasional groan.   "Almost forgot—I promised your family we’d call when you got here," he said cheerfully as they passed into the other end of town, his shoulder digging into her stomach more and more with every step.   Lex, now fairly nauseated, jammed her elbow into his lower back and propped up her addled head onto her hand. "Here’s an idea," she said weakly. "You put me down, I’ll use my cell."   "No reception for miles. Hence, the Cuff," he said, indicating the strange band around his wrist.   "Fascinating. Put me down."   Uncle Mort ignored her. "Gotta make a personal call first." He did something to the Cuff—it turned staticky again and stayed that way—then began to quietly scold it. Lex thought she heard him utter a few key phrases like "it’s a bedroom, not a Victoria’s Secret," but by now she was teetering too closely to the brink of unconsciousness to even guess what was going on.   "I am about two seconds away from vomiting all over every inch of you," she told her uncle in a slurred voice as he hung up.   "And me without a poncho. Pity."   She riskily let out a small burp. "Oh God. Put me down. Please?"   "Was that a magic word I just heard? Did an ounce of politeness just escape the mouth of Lexington Bartleby? I think it did!" And with a surprising gentleness, he lowered his queasy passenger to her feet.   "Good?" he asked, giving her a hard pat on the shoulder.   "Yep." Lex’s eyes focused, then unfocused. "Nope. Head rush," she said on her way to the ground. Five minutes later she woke up and squinted at her uncle’s hovering head.   "Hey, kiddo. What’s your name?" he asked.   "Lex."   "What month are we in?"   "July."   "Yankees or Mets?"   "Mets."   "Good girl." He yanked her up from the ground and pointed at a nearby hill. "This way."   Lex swallowed a couple of times, clutched her stomach, and followed him through the trees as he began talking into his wrist once more.   "Yep, she got in just fine, no problems to speak of. Lex, say hi to your dad."   "Dad!" She grabbed her uncle’s arm and shouted into the flickering metal. "Your brother is a lunatic. He’s trying to kill me!"   "Nice try, Lex," her father’s tinny voice answered. "You’re not getting home that easily."   "I don’t think you’re fully grasping the enormity of the situation, Dad. He doesn’t even have a television!"   Uncle Mort jerked his arm away, hung up, and began walking faster. "Enough chat. Let’s enjoy us some nature."   Lex tried to keep up. "Good idea. Find me a nice tree to puke on."   They were now ascending the gently sloping side of a grassy bluff. When at last they reached the top, Lex gaped at her surroundings, which included, among other things, an enormous gray boulder that almost seemed to be keeping watch over the town below. "Where are we?"   Uncle Mort walked to the brink of the precipice and sat down on the cliff ’s edge. "Best place in Croak to watch the sunset."   Something in Lex snapped. She didn’t want to watch a sunset. She wanted to be told what in holy hell was going on here. The rage stirred yet again, spurring her to grab her uncle’s arm and twist it behind his back as hard as she could.   Seemingly bored with her antics, Uncle Mort breathed a peaceful sigh and gazed into the distance. The sun, a fiery ball of neon orange, set over the village below them.   "What can you see out there, Lex?" he asked in a tranquil voice.   "Well," Lex said, twisting harder, "I see a pitiful excuse for a town, some trees, a few hills, and an abusive, stark raving madman." She dug her nails into his wrist. "That about cover it?"   "More or less. Hey, would you mind letting go? It’s starting to tickle."   Lex dropped his arm with a defeated grunt. How had she not separated his shoulder by now? Why wasn’t he begging for mercy?   "Just sit," he said. "You may continue your attempt to detach one of my limbs later. Right now, there are some things you need to know."   Lex sat, defeated, exhausted, but most of all, confused—because despite all efforts to suppress such inclinations, she could not help but feel the tiniest bit of admiration for her uncle, who was now wiping away the few drops of blood that emerged where her nails had dug into his skin.   He caught her sheepish gaze. "Don’t worry, I’ve encountered much worse," he said, his eyes sparkling with either youthful excitement or demented delirium. "I knew you’d put up a good fight. I’d be surprised and frankly insulted if you hadn’t."   Lex cocked her head. The wrath that had raged within her only seconds ago seemed to be rapidly melting away of its own accord, like an ebbing storm. What was going on?   "But you’re also smart," he went on, "which is why you’re going to listen very closely to what I’m about to tell you. Right?"   Lex found herself nodding. How did he do that?   He turned serious, all traces of insanity abruptly leaving his face. "Your parents haven’t been entirely forthcoming with you, Lex. Nor have I been entirely forthcoming with your parents. It was my idea for you to come here, not theirs. When I heard that you had turned delinquent, I knew your time had come. So I suggested to your father that you visit me and experience some country living." His eyes turned dark. "But that is not your purpose here."   Lex listened as patiently as she could, tearing a piece of grass into microscopic shards.   "We’re going into town tomorrow, and I want you to be prepared. What we do here is important business and should never, ever be taken lightly. We have been blessed—and burdened—with a very grave responsibility, if you’ll forgive the pun." He glanced over the valley. "Croak, as you may have gathered, is a different kind of town. All of its citizens exist for a common purpose. Naturally, from time to time we need some fresh blood, which is where you come in. And as I said earlier, you’re going to be a natural. Trust me on that one. All you need to do is pay close attention, learn as much as you can, and try not to be scared by anything you see."   "Scared of what?" she said. "How disgustingly adorable your little village is? The perfectly groomed flowers? The—the . . ." Lex trailed off. A national coffee shop chain wasn’t the only thing missing from this town. She had seen no firehouses, no police departments, churches, gas stations, schools . . .   A furious outbreak of goose bumps flickered across her skin. Everything was starting to feel very strange.   That same electric crackle shot through the air once more as Uncle Mort opened his mouth to speak. "Lex," he said, "Croak is a portal—one that sits between our world and the next."   A strange noise escaped Lex’s lips, something between a stupefied gasp and a dubious snicker. "What?"   "That’s why you’re here. I’m going to teach you how to do what I do."   "And what is that?"   He leaned in close. She could feel his breath on her face.   "I Kill people."

Editorial Reviews

Praise for Croak Go ahead and die laughing, knowing that the safe transport of your mortal soul will be the summer job of a sweetheart teen with godlike power and discipline problems. A lot of books make me wish I could live within their pages, but I wouldn't mind dying in this one."- Adam Rex, author of Fat Vampire "Creepy and hilarious."- VOYA, 4Q, 5P Praise for Scorch "An amusing blend of whimsy and humor with serious drama and blood."- Kirkus Reviews "Characters are always as clever as we wish we were. . . . An irresistible blend of impending doom, irreverent humor, hormone-fueled make-out sessions, and creative world-building make this sequel stronger than its predecessor and will leave readers dying for the next book."- School Library Journal Praise for Rogue "A gut-wrenching, laugh-out-loud, gritty, honest and brave ending to an appealing trilogy."- Kirkus "