Zombies are all over the place now, and make for an interesting change of tone in the supernatural characters category (probably because teen girls can't fall in love with them...or they could, but that would be gross). But in this gripping teen book, there is still a love triangle (hark, Teams Edward and Jacob) and plenty of dystopian drama. In fact, even scarier than the zombies was the Sisterhood, and the whole idea that the future is lived out in fear and ignorance due to the loss of human knowledge. Gulp. I found the themes of lost history, craving more than tradition has taught you, and making hard choices for love (or for yourself) to be extremely compelling! 
 Favorite quotes: 
 "I am sure our ancestors knew where the paths led, but, just like almost everything else about the world before the Return, that knowledge has been lost. We are our own memory-keepers and we have failed ourselves. It is like that game we played in school as children. Sitting in a circle, one student whispers a phrase into another student's ear and the phrase is passed around and the last student in the circle repeats what she hears, only to find out it is nothing like what it is supposed to be. That is our life now." 
 "And suddenly I wonder what right we have to believe our childhood dreams will come true. My body aches with this realization. With this truth. It is as if I have cut something important away from myself. The loss is overwhelming. Almost enough to make me give up." 
 "Who are we if not the stories we pass down? What happens when there's no one left to tell these stories? To hear them? Who will ever know that I existed? What if we are the only ones left -- who will know our stories then? And what will happen to everyone else's stories? Who will remember those?" 
 "Suddenly, the roof of the attic is too close. This house is not enough for me anymore. I know that this solitude will never settle through my bones and I realize that I still crave the ocean and it's not enough to just sit in this life and be safe." 
 "I hestitate, place a hand on the doorjamb. I had once hoped that, as it did for my mother, love would keep all other dreams at bay. The realization that it will not washes over me, and I walk through the door, leaving him without an answer." 
 "Suddenly, all I can think about are all the things I don't know about him. All the things I never had time to learn. I don't know if his feet are ticklish or how long his toes are. I don't know what nightmares he had as a child. I don't know which stars are his favorites, what shapes he sees in the clouds. I don't know what he is truly afraid of or what memories are his favorites."