Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Publication Date: January 4, 2014
From the Jacket:
We live across the thousand dunes with grit in our teeth and sand in our homes. No one will come for us. No one will save us. This is our life, diving for remnants of the old world so that we may build what the wind destroys. No one is looking down on us. Those constellations in the night sky? Those are the backs of gods we see.
A fun fact about me: I am DEATHLY afraid of not being able to breath normally. I have trouble snorkeling and my single attempt at snuba diving ended in a full on panic attack under the water. My heart starts to race when I even imagine myself scuba diving. I am also incredibly claustrophobic and the thought of being confined in small or deep spaces makes me dizzy, to the point where I can barely handle an elevator ride.
It’s truly a wonder I found someone to marry me.
Fast forward to a week ago when I sat down and eagerly began reading Sand, only to discover that the story centers around sand divers. What are sand divers you ask? Sand divers are exactly the same as scuba divers except that, you guessed it, they dive in the sand instead of the water. I probably should have gleaned this fact from the jacket, but really I just saw another book with Howey’s name on it, geeked out and added it to my TBR without a second thought.
Howey is a master world builder, and Sand is no exception. It’s a gritty, bleak, dystopian nightmare set in a future Colorado, that I read with a shortness of breath and a pounding heart. There were times when sheer anxiety begged me to put it down, but the characters sucked me in almost immediately, just like in Wool and I found myself unable to comply.
I am not going to say much more because I find it best to go into one of Howey’s creations with as little information as possible. My only complaint is the number of unanswered questions regarding the world building I was left with after finishing. I want to know how the world got to the state it was in, and if it was the whole planet, or just the parts where the characters live. He posted on his blog back in 2015 that he was working on a sequel, but I have not seen any information since then. Just like with Wool, I was satisfied with the conclusion of the story, though I would love to continue to read about these characters. More than anything, I think a prequel would be awesome. Keeping my fingers crossed for more to come.
I recommend this one 100 percent and will continue to read everything he puts out. This is a perfect read for being stuck inside on a rainy or snowy day. You won’t be able to put it down once you start, so prepare snacks and get comfortable.
Favorite Characters: Vic, Palmer, Graham
And so it went, sand piling up to the heavens and homes sinking toward hell.
Love was earned and hard-fought and cherished. It was Marco’s face and his rough palm on her cheek. It wasn’t something a family got for being a family.
She would survive, she realized. But it would be a different her. It would be someone else who did the surviving, who would drag memories of a former self along, a tiny echo of a woman somewhere deep in her skull, a small voice of who she used to be.
There were things that could not be contemplated, he realized. There were potential truths too costly to bear. It wasn’t until after the body was scarred by a brush with danger that it learned fear. Conner thought of all the untouched places on his soul yet to teach him something. All the unblemished parts of him waiting for that razor of truth.