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Refresh and try again. Open Preview See a Problem? Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. Preview — Land of Loss by Katherine Applegate. Land of Loss Everworld 2 by Katherine Applegate. Welcome to everworod land where all of your dreams everqorld nightmares are very real—and often deadly. David, Jalil, April, and Christopher have been pulled into a world that defies everything they once believed. Wolves the size of elephants, beings who consider themselves immortals, mythological gods.
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Lists with This Book. May 06, Julie rated it liked it Shelves: Their adventures continue, this time foraying into Aztec mythology and human sacrifice — to be honest, the images from this book branded themselves into my memory as a shaken lil’ kid. Land of Loss offers further insight into Christopher’s personality, a deepening of the template of the jokester who lashes out at others to defend himself.
I actually have a lot of sympathy for his tendency to seek refuge in sitcoms as a pick-me-up, considering that when I’m depressed, I crawl under the covers and Their adventures continue, this time foraying into Aztec mythology and human sacrifice — to be honest, the images from this book branded themselves into my memory as a shaken lil’ kid. I actually have a lot of sympathy for his tendency to seek refuge in sitcoms as a pick-me-up, considering that when I’m depressed, I crawl under the covers and rewatch Friends.
There’s something so soothing and predictable about the sitcom, a life perfectly ordered and formulaic, hitting all the right beats. A comfort when the Everworld kids’ existence has turned completely upside down and nothing is familiar, so of course he’d latch onto a comfort blanket — the same one that I reach for when I’m feeling low. A quote from Matt LeBlanc about Friendsactually: You can always tell that you were—maybe still are, maybe always will be—a part of their family.
You get dressed up, you go to dinner, and you go to the movies. But with television, people are watching you in bed, at their kitchen table eating. I think this fits so well into the escapist themes in this book, and the way Christopher talks about the characters like they’re beloved friends of his: And I love that Christopher is perfectly self-aware about it, and also has a really good insight to how the rest of their group ticks, and how each one of them has a different escapist tendency, a different lens through which to view Everworld and interpret it and cope with it.
I like watching their group dynamic unfold, especially April still establishing herself as the fantastic voice of reason, the one trying to keep these idiot boys in check. Also, I loved Everworl literary, absolutely beautiful description of fear.
I’d also like to mention a reminder that these kids do not have the weapon of morphing that the Animorphs did; they’ve just been tossed into the deep end, helpless and unprepared and with no respite whatsoeverconsidering that even when they pop back into the real world, they still have to deal with school and tests and parents and chores.
The descriptions of Christopher’s visceral fear and panic attacks are so well-written. It’s not episodic, so the book leaves off on another cliffhanger, one installment simply seguing into another and carrying you on from frenetic place to frenetic place, as it tells just the long tale of their attempts to survive one more day. Admittedly I don’t mind so much, though — these books are so short that it hardly takes me a long time to get through them, and I can just dive into the next book whenever there’s a cliffhanger.
My fingers were so tight around the hilt that blood was seeping from my cuticles. My breath came in shallow gasps. So little air I should have passed out. Knew I should breathe but couldn’t, couldn’t make my chest relax enough, couldn’t unknot my stomach to let the air come in.
My body was a series of vises, vises on vises, all twisted tight, tight until the bones cracked and sinews and muscle screamed. Legs stiff, like a puppet. It probably looked funny. Big, bounding, awkward steps with knees that losz locked and collapsed. Widen out the picture and I was just one scared fool in a mass of thousands. Everwprld were all around me, ahead of me, behind me, lf either side.
Big, bearded, indifferently armored, helmeted, ax-swinging, sword-waving, screaming, yelling, running, running and falling and climbing up to charge again, always yelling at the top of their harsh voices. Feet losing three inches fo slide with every step. Sand sucking at you, trying to stop you, trying to keep you from this suicidal rush. But all around was the madness. Men in the lunatic rage of combat.
Thirsty for the blood that would drench the sand. Not their own, of course, never their loas, because what fool ever goes to war expecting that he will be the one to die?
The movie in your eferworld has you as the hero, bravely whacking away at the bad guys.
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Courage without the sight of your own intestines spilled out in the buttery sunlight. That wasn’t my movie. I’m not a romantic. But fear was filling every wrinkle and knob of my brain. Fear soaked through the gray matter that at other times concerned itself with passing tests and getting girls and avoiding speeding tickets and coming up wtth clever one-liners that made everyone laugh.
Ah-hah-hah, that Christopher is so funny. I mean, he really is. The word “heart” sounded like an obscenity. The vise was around my chest, squeezing the air out of my lungs, the blood out of my heart. I could feel my heart. It was right there, in my chest, under the ribs, under the breastbone, my God, they would split me open like a chicken, chop through the cartilage, my heart, beating, arteries pulsing, the blade, the serrated obsidian blade would sever the veins and arteries and my heart would I would scream and beg and they wouldn’t care, wouldn’t hesitate, I was nothing to them, nothing to the blood-crazed god who would eat my heart.
Like I, we, both of me were tuning in to CNN every once in a while and learning about what was going on with the other self. Oh, interesting, I see I got a B-plus on the chem test. Oh, interesting, I see I’m about to have my heart ripped out to feed Big H.
Well, thanks for the update. Good luck getting to third base on your date Saturday! Thanks, and good luck to you in escaping from cannibal hell. That had been a harsh thing for me to say. I do that when I’m scared.
I take cheap shots at people. Not one of my more attractive personality traits. I’m not saying Huitzilopoctli isn’t real. I’m just saying he doesn’t seem to be able to keep his people fed. And anyway, Olaf knocked Big H’s arm off with Mjolnir. So he’s not invulnerable.
Save me from insecure jerks with everqorld fixations. I looked at Jalil. Jalil was a prickly, self-serving know-it-all, but he wasn’t trying to prove to the world that he was Conan the BArbarian. I nodded in approval. I trust a guy who looks sick when he’s getting ready to do something suicidal.
If I’d had a mirror I’d have seen one sick face looking back at me. Ninety percent of the trouble in this world comes from guys who everworod they have something to prove. You think you scare me? I’m not just scared. See, that makes it sound like some plain old everyday emotion.
I feel like my brain has been filled full of sewage and I’ll never, ever be able to get it clean, like this stuff will eat me alive in my dreams, like I’ll never see the world the same again. They want to eat us, you moron! They want to cut out our hearts and they almost did, you fool!
You want to save Senna, go for it, Batman. And I didn’t start walking away down the beach. We everworpd beat-up, exhausted, worn down. David, you’d be lucky to walk back lose you fell asleep in your tracks.