Frozen By Fear. Not Able To Move.

He Didn't Care About The Others Anymore. The Chaos Around Him Seemed To Siphon Away His Humanity, Turn Him Into An Animal. All He Wanted Was To Survive, Make It To That Building, Get Inside. Live. Gain Another Day.

I Really Love Middle-grade. Middle-grade Books Have A Little More Of A Magical, Light-hearted Feel. You Can Be A Little Bit More Quirky, You Can Have A Little More Humor. It Doesn't Get So Dark And Deep.

Thomas Had A Depressing - And Scary - Thought. 'am I . . . Replacing Someone? Did Somebody Get Killed?' Minho Shook His Head. 'no, We're Just Training You - Someone'll Want A Break. Don't Worry, It's Been A While Since A Runner Was Killed.' For Some Reason That Last Statement Worried Thomas, Though He Hoped It Didn't Show On His Face.

Do Books About The Holocaust Make Us Think, "oh Well, There Was Nothing We Could've Done To Prevent That Or Prevent It From Happening Again"? Of Course Not. It Makes Us Angry And Determined To Stop Such Atrocities.

Oh, I'm Good. Seriously, After All These Years, You'd Think I Would Stop Amazing Myself. But Here I Am, Still Doing It.