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The Adoration of Jenna Fox

Thanks, Enilee, again for sharing a book you love for my birthday. You are awesome. :D

I received this book as a birthday present from my friend, and I'm glad she let me read the book. It's a very interesting world. Interesting and frustrating.

I stayed up late reading this book many nights in a row. Probably a bad idea for my brain, but oh well.

This is a story about a girl trying to find herself. It's a little more complicated then that, but that's what it is in one sentence.

I haven't read many Sci-Fi's, but this one is good. The future world of earth was more believable to me then the world of Uglies, which I still haven't finished reading. Not sure why but, that's not important here.

A theme of this book is, what is humanity really? It's a question that hovers on every page. Are we human because of our choices, or because we have five finger and toes on each limb?

There was also a lot environmental stuff in this, and it made me wonder if the author is some form of tree-hugger. But it was still interesting to think about.

And, Enilee, I didn't cry. I didn't even feel tempted, sorry. I guess I just have a different button then you. :) Or I just wasn't in the mood for crying.

That's all, does this even help? I think I just spit out random facts.

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  1. Heh. That's alright if you didn't cry. I did just because of some of the things Jenna says at the end, about snow and children (trying to avoid spoilers).

    Great review!

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  2. The end was good, I finished it a 2:00 in the morning, so I was kind of tired.

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  3. Oh, and I just tagged you in a book meme!

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