Title : Pandemonium
Author : Lauren Oliver
Pages : Ebook (205pages) / paperback (496 pages)
Publisher : Penerbit Mizan
ISBN : 978-979-433-772-1
Rate : 5 of 5 stars.
Kusingkirkan kenangan mimpi burukku.
Kusingkirkan pikiran tentang Alex, tentang Hana dan kehidupan lamaku.
Menyingkir, minggir, pergi, seperti yang diajarkan Raven.
Kehidupan yang dulu telah mati. Lena yang dulu telah mati.
Sudah kukubur. Di balik dinding asap dan api.
Pages 10 : Love, the deadliest of all deadly things. Love, it kills you. Both when you have it.. And when you don’t.
Pages 29 : the only thing worse than having no friends is being pitied for having no friends.
Pages 31 : This is the girl I am now. My future is here, in this city, full of icicles dangling like daggers getting ready to drop.
Pages 31 : behind them, I can hear another smattering of applause, and more microphone-voice, amplified, thunderous, passionate. The words are inaudible.
Pages 31 : They talk to us of risk and harm, damages and side effects. But what risk will there be to us as a people, as a society, if we do not act? If we do not insist on protecting the whole, what good is the health of a mere portion?
Pages 40 : Alex would love it here, I think without meaning to. I’ve been trying so hard not to think his name, not to even breathe the idea of him. à it means Lena still fall in love with Alex, right? Ah, I really ship this couple. Lena, Alex, forever!
Pages 42 : If I can run all the way to the old bank—lungs exploding, thighs shaking—then Alex will be alive. First it’s forty feet, then sixty, then two minutes straight, then four. If I can make it to that tree, Alex will come back. Alex is standing just beyond that hill; if I can make it to the top without stopping, he’ll be there. à I don’t know why, but I really want to cry reading this. How much Lena loves Alex, like I do. *lol*
Pages 42 : You’re only as good as your training, and your training is only as good as your thinking.
Pages 42 : That’s the thing: We didn’t really care. A world without love is also a world without stakes.
Pages 42 : Alex is gone, and no amount of running or pushing or bleeding will bring him back.
Pages 42-43 : I know it. But here’s the thing: When I’m running, there’s always this split second when the pain is ripping through me and I can hardly breathe and all I see is color and blur—and in that split second, right as the pain crests, and becomes too much, and there’s a whiteness going through me, I see something to my left, a flicker of color (auburn hair, burning, a crown of leaves)—and I know then, too, that if I only turn my head he’ll be there, laughing, watching me, holding out his arms. I don’t ever turn my head to look, of course. But one day I will. One day I will, and he’ll be back, and everything will be okay. And until then: I run.
Pages 50 : I am growing stronger. I am a stone being excavated by the slow passage of water; I am wood charred by a fire. My muscles are ropes, my legs are wooden. My palms are calloused—the bottoms of my feet, too, are as thick and blunt as stone.
Pages 60 : I think back to what he said at the rally: I was nine when I was told I was dying. I wonder what it feels like to die slowly. I wonder what it feels like to die quickly. I squeeze my nails into my palms, to keep the memories back.
Pages 63 : The priests and the scientists are right about one thing: At our heart, at our base, we are no better than animals.
Pages 73 : But if they’d wanted us dead, we’d have been dead already. That is a fact also.
Pages 74 : I have to bite my lip to keep from correcting him: Scavengers. Not Invalids. We’re not all the same.
Pages 77 : “The disease. Amor deliria nervosa. You can’t catch it from me. I’m safe.” Alex told me that very same thing, once. I push the memories of him away, willing them deep into the darkness. “And besides, you can’t catch it from sharing water and food, anyway. That’s a myth.”
Pages 77 : I don’t say anything. In a world without love, this is what people are to each other: values, benefits, and liabilities, numbers and data. We weigh, we quantify, we measure, and the soul is ground to dust.
Pages 78 : The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me to lie down in green pastures: he leads me beside the still waters. He restores my soul: he leads me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Yes, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil…
Pages 78 : We are on opposite sides, Julian and I. There can never be any sympathy between us.
Pages 78 : “They say it will get better after the procedure,” he says, almost like an apology, and I wonder if he is thinking the obvious: If I even make it through.
Pages 80 : And behind us is the inferno.
Pages 82 : If you take, we will take back. Steal from us, and we will rob you blind. When you squeeze, we will hit. This is the way the world is made now.