![]() When The Sealands were stricken with the blood fever, most of the people who were infected died. Some worship us, think us children of the gods. Some fear us, think us demons to burn at the stake. ![]() Some hate us, think us outlaws to hang at the gallows. I thought I’d never read anything worse, but I couldn't have been more wrong. Most people loved Wool, but I couldn't have hated it more. The atmosphere is so acrid that even when you wear a protective suit, going up to clean guarantees your death. When people break the rules they have to leave the comfort of their silos and clean. ![]() They live in silos and never know what it’s like to live aboveground. It was a fifty-page book about people who have to live underground because of pollution. Even at such a corrupt age, I had no clue that books could possibly be that bad. I was probably eleven or twelve at the time. ![]() "At least it’s not as bad as Wool." This is what I would tell myself whenever I read a bad book. I read this as a buddy read with my friend Vicky. ![]()
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