2.5 stars 
 I didn't pick up a book for at least two weeks, so I wanted something that I didn't have to review (thanks, Noelle!), and that I was practically guaranteed to like. 
 Seriously, this is as close to a guarantee as you can get with me. 
 Unfortunately, this was more like Dan Gilbert's guarantee that the Cavs would win a championship before Lebron. 
 The story really picks up in the last quarter of the book but not enough to make me forget some earlier scenes of such unintentional comedy I was actually cringing as I read them. "You're a mayfly" feels like this summer's "You're my heroin." Some of the earlier dialogue felt Stephenie Meyer-esque -- and not even the Twilight "I hate myself for reading this but at least it's super readable" Meyer, but the Host "I REALLY hate myself for reading this because it's so plodding" Meyer. 
 "I didn't save you," he whispers, lips tickling my eyelashes. "You saved me." 
 He repeats is over and over, until we fall asleep pressed against each other, his voice in my ear, my tears in his mouth. 
 "You saved me."Save ME. 
 There were a lot of statements like: 
 "It isn't about destroying our capability to fight so much as crushing our will to fight." 
 "God doesn't call the equipped, son. God equips the called." 
 "Cruelty isn't a personality trait. Cruelty is a habit."They just felt a bit cliche and perfect for the next Roland Emmerich movie. 
 I was actually surprised to find out that the author has a Printz. I'll have to check that series out because I don't think I'll be continuing on with this one. Back to the mental casting room, Henry Cavill.