This is the best book that straddled both YA + NA I've read in quite a while. I almost wish it didn't have a pnr aspect; because if it didn't, it could've easily been the best YA/NA I've read full-stop. But then I can't wish the pnr away, because that's what made this novel have a mysterious tone all the way throughout. For me, I felt like I was reading a cross between "Noah and the Ark" and "The Crusades." But there was no religious messages at all. 
 Evan Salinger (awesome surname) is a guy that dreams the future. 
 As a 15-yo, he dreams about a factory shooting miles away, but he can't warn anybody, because he only recalls the dream, when it's actually happening in real time . Intriguing premise, no? Josephine Clark, is girl that suffers from demons of her own, having been abused as a kid by her uncle, but quickly sees something in Evan, others fail to recognize. This book had an extraordinary set of characters. Even Shane, was fascinating to me. 
 Four years later, Josephine is stuck in an abusive relationship and Evan is in a correctional facility. He busts out, due to his "dreams" and has a feeling to flee with her "north" and to the "center." Honestly, it had such biblical feeling to it. 
 However, how or why Evan gets this dreams is NEVER ADDRESSED. 
 You don't know if God is guiding him, or if it's something else entirely. Somehow you get this sense that Evan has been put on this planet for a greater purpose which never arrives, or is never fully achieved. Throughout the novel, you see Evan being adamant about holding his breath underwater for eleven minutes, no more or no less, and yet the greater purpose is nothing more than (view spoiler)[faking his own death. (hide spoiler)] 
 Then he goes to live HEA with Josephine - but hang on. 
 There was no other greater purpose? All these dreams. All these strong urges - they were nothing more than to protect your girl and living happily with her? 
 The reason why I didn't give this a low score (because I was left unsatisfied), was because I was actually marvelling over the author's chutzpah. It was like, she was saying "deal with it" and "all this pnr doesn't have to mean anything that I don't want it to mean and there doesn't have to be a greater force at work." 
 In the end, I bowed down to Emma Scott. 
 This writer has balls.