The Dark and Hollow Places
(The Forest of Hands and Teeth #3)
by Carrie Ryan
This isn’t going to be a typical review. 1) It is the 3rd and final in a series. If you haven’t picked up this series, what are you waiting for? Go read my reviews of The Forest of Hands and Teeth and The Dark-Tossed Waves. Never thought I would like the zombie genre, but Carrie Ryan convinced me. I can’t shut up about how much I like this series. 2) If you have read the others, I don’t want to SPOIL your reading. JUST GO READ IT!!!
As promised by the ending of The Dead-Tossed Waves, this book is set in the Dark City (formally known as New York City.) I love how the three books are so intertwined. Jacob’s New York postcard Mary gave him makes the journey even. You will meet Annah, Abigail/Gabry’s twin. She is a mix of toughness and vulnerability. She has managed to survive in the city for the 3 years by herself. She is a true “loner” …never letting anyone close…anyone close enough to hurt her physically or emotionally. OK, I will give you a hint. Catcher makes it to the Dark City and finds Annah. Their relationship is organic. It isn’t rushed. It moves forward exactly the way it should. They both only see the “broken” in themselves, but sees the beauty in the other.
There are some real gems in this book. Words that get you thinking. I wanted to share some of them. YIKES!! There are so many awesome nuggets. I am going to limit it to 3 that share a theme. I’m not going to tell you who is talking or where in the book, but you’ll be able to guess one of them.
…I am tired of just surviving. I’m tired of waking up each day simply to make it to the next. That isn’t enough anymore. It’s been what I’ve done for too long and when I look back on those strings of days they’re all empty. I want more.
And to think…All the times in my life when I pushed my husband away and fought with him over something petty, I should have been pulling him tighter. I should have been thankful each day to have him healthy and by my side.
The funny thing is, once I realized I was immune and wasn’t going to die in a few days, I became scared of heights again. Scared of like and losing it. But for just that moment when I thought the infection would take me, I realized that life isn’t something to be scared of. That you don’t have to hold on so tightly that you can’t breathe.
I picked these, because they mean something to me. About 5 years ago, I decided to wake up. Everyone around me was negative. People were complaining about their spouses, divorcing and rehooking up. I had to seperate myself from it. I have a great husband. But sitting in that negative atmosphere, it starts attaching itself to you. Thank goodness–I came away and will enjoy my 19th wedding anniversary this month. At work, people were always complaining about the kids the administration. I had issues here and there, but mostly I let their problems jump on my back. I let it weigh me down–way down. I put on about 30 pounds. I have been making strides to get moving. I am not 100%, but I try to use the outdoors for therapy. I can’t get everything done in a day, so why let myself get paralyzed by it. Last summer, I felt like I had made some consistent progress. At the age of 37, I got my first and only tattoo. It is suppose to say, “One Life.” It is there to remind me that we only have one life in this body to live–regardless your religious views. I want to make sure that I live it with purpose and make it count. It reminds me to pound out my frustration with my running shoes. But my biggest problem now, is that I want to sit and read not brude.
Hopefully my story and Carrie Ryan’s poetic book will get you to think about where you are. Start living!!!!