I appear to be short on feral dogs. Mayhap they have all vanished into the lost city of Atlantis, which is where our teenage protagonists Tori and Eric are from (also Amanda, and Miles, and Sebastian). Except they don’t know it, because they were smuggled out of the secret city as infants for mysterious purposes. *cue ominous music*
Obvs they figure it out, because they each have a Mark (title drop!) that may or may not be a puzzle that may or may not lead them to the wheres and the whys. Also, they have Magic Powers. ATLANTIC POWERS! (Is it Atlantian? What is the adjective that means ‘pertaining to Atlantis’? Throw me a bone here, people.) Most specifically, Tori can fish around in people’s minds for their memories (eeks) and they will use these memories to uncover the mysteries of their births.
Oh and also, sumbudday is trying to keeel them.
And Bunderson has that sort of prose that disappears while you read it, so that you aren’t distracted by hokey metaphors or awkward phrasing. It’s like a movie in your mind. Which is sometimes (most of the time) all I want from a book.
And, ok, Tori and Eric are inexplicably drawn together in luvvv do not stop reading because A.) there is a Reason (alright, when isn’t there a reason, but this time it’s not because she has tasty-smelling blood or some such nonsense) and B.) she gets it. She knows how lame and baseless her infatuation is and seems sort of embarassed by it. Like when you’re fifteen and drunk on Rider Strong (say) and you UNDERSTAND that your feelings for him are disproportionately gushy, but you still make with the swooning.
It’s still quasi-irritating, but the Irrisistable Attraction is the cockroach of tropes, and I don’t see it dying off any time soon in spite of my pointy-toed boots. Also, Bunderson manages to make Eric’s superpower (protecting the shit out of his four compadres) the least eye-rolly it could possibly be while still existing.
And it stumbles a bit at the end – the quintet suddenly just have a piece of information that they didn’t actually acquire; the really dramatic part of the climax takes place offstage – but the characters are likable (dare I say lovable?) and the mysteries are mysterious and the resolution is duly satisfying and if there is a sequel, I will read it, and omfg Atlantis, you guys.This is another book that I feel like I need to double-rate, because adult-me enjoyed it seven-caterpillars-style, and teenage-me would have EATEN IT UP along with a side of eight caterpillars. Take that for what it’s worth.
Requisite ass-covering: copy received from author.