Now yes, at times I did find myself wishing for more scope and breadth, but the fact that I never lost interest, and never doubted that there was more to it all, more to be seen, is a testament to Zhang’s world-building, even in a story that opted for impetus over depth.Īnd of course the heart of this story lies with the wonderful identity crises at its core. Overall, I just trusted this story, in that the world felt rock-steady, and everything made sense. But that said, I had no problems at all buying into the premise, and no logic bumps whatsoever – and logic problems are often a HUGE issue for me when reading dystopian YAs. It’s a lean, mean kind of narrative – one that definitely leans towards the thriller end of the spectrum – so of course the trade-off is that we never get more than a quick glance at the history, politics, and social mores of Eva and Addie’s world. I really was just entertained by this story – it has a simple yet fascinating idea at its core, and it doesn’t waste any time getting down to business. All in all it makes for a fun story that delivers across the board. This book fires on all cylinders from the start, with an interesting premise, a believable society built on fear of the “other,” a lovely sense of tension and paranoia as Addie/Eva have to wonder if they really are wrong/sick/broken/dangerous, and stakes that rise with each chapter, as their risk of discovery steadily mounts. It’s a rare and wondrous thing these days for me to crack open a dystopian YA and not end up being disappointed on some level, but happily What’s Left of Me proved to be just such an exception. for a chance to smile, to twirl, to speak, Eva will do anything.
The risks are unimaginable – hybrids are considered a threat to society, so if they are caught, Addie and Eva will be locked away with the others.
Then one day, they discover there may be a way for Eva to move again.
Only Addie knows she’s still there, trapped inside their body. įor the past three years, Eva has clung to the remnants of her life. Finally Addie was pronounced healthy and Eva was declared gone.
Why aren’t they settling? Why isn’t one of them fading? The doctors ran tests, the neighbors shied away, and their parents begged for more time. But as they grew, so did the worried whispers. Eva and Addie started out the same way as everyone else-two souls woven together in one body, taking turns controlling their movements as they learned how to walk, how to sing, how to dance.
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