5, 4, 3, 2, 1! That's how the people expect the world to end- being blown into bits and pieces. Franny Chapman's family isn't doing so well. She's a girl with a runaway sister, a saintly brother, an overworked mother, an army officer for a father, and her uncle- well, let's say that he's not exactly sane. It only makes it worse that her best friend has turned on her and is now cooing over her crush. Yet that is the only problem with her friends and family. The outside world is getting bombed- literally. At school, they forever practice the 'duck and cover' technique. Will Franny be able to keep her world together? Or will the bombs rip it apart? Follow Franny through the exciting ways through ours and her history. Will she make it?
*** Overall, the book was really good, but there were a bit too many 'ads' in between. I give this book a 8 out of 10!***
XTRA XTRA!
One of my favourite poems in the book:
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
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