Ukens smakebit kommer fra Pure av Julianna Baggott, s. 33:
They're in a small bare room, just a few pallets on the floor. She covers the kid's screaming mouth with her hand. "Quiet," she says, "just be quiet!," and she backs up to the far wall. She sits down with the boy in her lap in the darkened corner of the room.
The Beast is at te door in an instant, barking and clawing through the bars. This Beast has no speach, no hands, depite its human face and eyes. The door rattles loudly. Frustrated, it crouches and growls. And then it turns its head, sniffs the air. And, distracted now, it runs off.
The boy bites her hand as hard as he can.
Dette er nok den mest realistiske dystopiske romanen jeg har lest (ikke helt ferdig ennå), med tanke på de fysiske endringene som har skjedd med både menneskene som har overlevd og miljøet rundt dem.