Author: M.P. Kozlowsky
Genre: YA Science Fiction/Fantasy
Publication Date: October 11, 2016
Format: Hardcover, 352 Pages
ISBN-10: 0545831911 (Scholastic Press)
ISBN-13: 978-0545831918 (Scholastic Press)
Reviewed by: Zed
16-year-old Frost understands why she’s spent her entire life in an abandoned apartment building. The ruined streets below are hunting grounds for rogue robots and Eaters.
She understands why she’s never met a human besides her father. She even understands why he forbids her to look for medicine for her dying pet. But the thing is, it’s not her real father giving the orders . . .
It’s his memories.
Before he died, Frost’s father uploaded his consciousness into their robot servant. But the technology malfunctioned, and now her father fades in and out. So when Frost learns that there might be medicine on the other side of the ravaged city, she embarks on a dangerous journey to save the only living creature she loves.
With only a robot as a companion, Frost must face terrors of all sorts, from outrunning the vicious Eaters. . .to talking to the first boy she’s ever set eyes on. But can a girl who’s only seen the world through books and dusty windows survive on her own?
Quick & Dirty: First read of 2017 and unfortunately a disappointing one at that.
Opening Sentence: In the middle of the bombed-out room flickered a small fire, and near it sat Frost.
In Frost, we see a young girl who is almost an orphan in a land being overtaken by robots or ‘broots.’ I say almost, because although both her mother and father are dead, her father built robots and somehow left a piece of him inside one so that sometimes the robot is just that, a robot. But other times it speaks to her like her father did, like an engineered ghost. To begin with Frost is stuck in a room by herself, until she decides to venture out into the dangerous world, against the advice of the robot / father. Once she’s out there it’s problem after problem and she essentially sees a chaotic world with only a faraway light known as the ‘battery’ to give her hope for her dying pet.
It is definitely a depressing read, especially when she finally meets another human, a boy her age called Flynn, only to be taken from him straight to the evil genious himself, the Good Lord John. It was a bizarre read showing that although the war was against the robots, it was humans who created the incredibly intelligent robots to begin with. Unfortunately for them, the robots were too intelligent and soon enough realised that they were superior so no longer had use for the humans. I found it a little scary because technology is becoming increasingly advanced so the story doesn’t seem that far off a potential reality. But let’s not go down that road for now.
Frost’s love for her pet and her determination to make him better was sweet. Even when she’s starving, her pet has next to no hope of survival, she refuses to leave him behind. At times her love for her pet surpasses the love for her ‘ghost’ father, which is sad but made sense because her pet was the only thing around real enough to merit her emotional investment (until Flynn arrives). Flynn also has a similar, sad story. But unlike Frost, he hasn’t been sheltered his entire life from the cruelty of the robots. He’s experienced it first hand and as a result has had to fight to survive on his own from a very young age.
She liked seeing him smile, seeing his kindness break through. Moving toward him, she noticed that every time she took a step closer, he took a step back, his display of hostility quickly breaking down. It was a sort of dance and Frost wished there was music. Or, at least, music s she’d always imagined it to sound like.
The concept of war against advancing technology is one I’ve read too many times and unfortunately there wasn’t anything unique in this book that would make me recommend it as a read. The book took me a lot longer to read than I anticipated and though the ending had a few surprising twists, it wasn’t enough to make me enjoy the story overall.
It was what she had been teaching him all along. Hope was the last spark of life. When everything else in you died – when your world has collapsed and your love is gone, along with your humor and your empathy and your understanding; when your beliefs have dried up and your motivation has been depleted and your will has been shattered; when you believe you have absolutely nothing left; when you feel the deep hole in your soul, the emptiness – there lies the smallest of sparks that will start the largest of fires: hope. It was in him still. All this time, he thought it was gone.
FTC Advisory: Scholastic Press provided me with a copy Frost. No goody bags, sponsorships, “material connections,” or bribes were exchanged for my review.
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