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So I was finally able to read a book in one week. As most of you know I have a strange compulsion to read a whole series even if I don't like one of the books. Having said this it should be understood that I still like reading these awful books.
Well I loved reading the Uglies series until I got to the fourth book of the Trilogy (or that was what it was supposed to be). In the first three books issues such as brain control, superficial stigmas, and what it truly means to be free are explored. In the forth book we depart from the main characters and move to Japan to learn what the world has become after everything has changed. I did not like the book because of several things that got overshadowed by one large problem. The end is CRAP!!!! The whole thing about these books is supposed to be about learning to make good choices and live a good life on this planet. Scott Westerfeld apparently got tired or thinks that this kind of a world could never happen and thinks we are doomed to end things badly that in this final installment he has all of the people submit to the plans of Extraterestials (people preparing for space with extreme surgery) and go up to live in a habitat in the earth's orbit just so that they won't kill the planet.
Well I have news for you Mr. Westerfeld. I haven't lost hope. We can survive this ridiculous life without going to live in space just because we can't trust ourselves here. We can make things work here instead of transplanting our underlying problems in another location. YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF!!!!!!!

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Casey and Nichole said…
HAHA! I could totally visualize you saying this and it made me miss you. I am actually not teaching, I ended up staying at the RV park because my boss offered me a pretty good deal and I didn't want to start teaching right away anyway. I know I'm wierd! How are you and how is life?!
October 21, 2009 at 8:24 PM
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