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    Raven
    Raven
    Raven
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    Raven

    By Lauren Oliver

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    This captivating 50-page digital-original story set in the world of Lauren Oliver's New York Times bestselling Delirium series focuses on Raven, the fiery leader of a rebel group in the Wilds.

    As a teenager, Raven made the split-second decision to flee across the border to the Wilds, compelled to save an abandoned newborn—a baby girl left for dead and already blue from the cold. When she and the baby are taken in by a band of rebels, Raven finds herself an outsider within a tight-knit group. The only other newcomer is an untrustworthy boy known as the Thief until he finally earns himself a new name: Tack.

    Now she and Tack are inseparable, committed to each other, the fledgling rebellion, and a future together. But as they both take center stage in the fight, Raven must decide whether the dangers of the revolution are worth risking her dreams of a peaceful life with Tack.

    As her story hurtles back and forth between past and present, Raven transforms from a scared girl newly arrived in the Wilds to the tough leader who helps Lena save former Deliria-Free poster boy Julian Fineman from a death sentence. Whatever the original mission may have been, Raven abides by a conviction that she believes to her core: You always return for the people you love.

    By turns surprising, revelatory, and poignant, Raven's story enriches the Delirium world and resonates with a voice that is as vulnerable as it is strong.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHarperCollins
    Release dateMar 5, 2013
    ISBN9780062267771
    Raven
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    Lauren Oliver

    Lauren Oliver is the cofounder of media and content development company Glasstown Entertainment, where she serves as the President of Production. She is also the New York Times bestselling author of the YA novels Replica, Vanishing Girls, Panic, and the Delirium trilogy: Delirium, Pandemonium, and Requiem, which have been translated into more than thirty languages. The film rights to both Replica and Lauren's bestselling first novel, Before I Fall, were acquired by Awesomeness Films. Before I Fall was adapted into a major motion picture starring Zoey Deutch. It debuted at the Sundance Film Festival in 2017, garnering a wide release from Open Road Films that year. Oliver is a 2012 E. B. White Read-Aloud Award nominee for her middle-grade novel Liesl & Po, as well as author of the middle-grade fantasy novel The Spindlers and The Curiosity House series, co-written with H.C. Chester. She has written one novel for adults, Rooms. Oliver co-founded Glasstown Entertainment with poet and author Lexa Hillyer. Since 2010, the company has developed and sold more than fifty-five novels for adults, young adults, and middle-grade readers. Some of its recent titles include the New York Times bestseller Everless, by Sara Holland; the critically acclaimed Bonfire, authored by the actress Krysten Ritter; and The Hunger by Alma Katsu, which received multiple starred reviews and was praised by Stephen King as “disturbing, hard to put down” and “not recommended…after dark.” Oliver is a narrative consultant for Illumination Entertainment and is writing features and TV shows for a number of production companies and studios. Oliver received an academic scholarship to the University of Chicago, where she was elected Phi Beta Kappa. She received a Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing from New York University. www.laurenoliverbooks.com.

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    • 4/5
      I absolutely loved this book. These books that go in between the main books are so eye opening and give you a glimpse about life from someone else's perspective. You learn a lot more about the world they live in. I had already read the last book in the series before I read this one. Know what happens with Raven after this book ends made better and more sad a the same time.
    • 4/5
      Great short story. I really enjoyed seeing things from Raven's perspective, and learning more about her.
    • 4/5
      Guh. Just. Guh.

      I didn't not expect to end up loving Raven's head as much as I did. And yet, I do. I did. I found it compelling. Her harshness and edges, the hints at her insides, the secrets and patterns of her and her love. And I just want to flail my hands. Because I did not expect to love it as much, as yet, of course, I did. I need to sit down and finish off Requiem as soon as possible, too.

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    • 4/5
      The third and finally short novella in the Delirium series. This one gives us a little bit more info about Raven's background and what she was experiencing during the end of the second full novel (Pandemonium). It was a quick read, I I liked getting to see a little more character development with Tack and Raven. A good appetizer before reading the final book in the series.
    • 5/5
      Raven can be read after Pandemonium; but I chose to read it after Requiem, and, I couldn't stop crying for quite a while. Raven's story is heart-breaking. But, I wouldn't change it for anything - everything that she went through is what made her into the Raven that we got to know and love... we see a totally different side to Raven. We actually get to find out what she was thinking and going through in the last half of Pandemonium. Everything that she did makes so much more sense now. Also, I really liked that we got a peek into Raven and Tack's relationship - got to see how they met and how they ended up together. We also get to see how she found Blue and the special relationship and bond that they shared... my heart aches for all three characters, so very much.In my honest opinion, in order to get the full effect of Raven's story - really feel for her - I would definitely wait to read it after you have finished reading the series.
    • 4/5
      I really loved reading this. It provides a look at Raven's life before she came to the Wilds and also shows her relationship with Tack. This really humanizes her and I found her story to be heartbreaking. I would definitely recommend this to fans of the Delirium series.

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    Raven - Lauren Oliver

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    Raven

    Here are the top three things I’ve learned in my twenty-two years on the planet:

    1. Never wipe your butt with poison ivy.

    2. People are like ants: Just a few of them give all the orders. And most of them spend their lives getting squashed.

    3. There are no happy endings, only breaks in the regular action.

    Of all of them, number three is really the only one you have to keep in mind.

    This is stupid, Tack says. We shouldn’t be doing this.

    I don’t bother replying. He’s right, anyway. This is stupid, and we shouldn’t be doing it. But we are.

    If anything goes wrong, we abort, Tack says. I mean anything. I won’t miss out on Christmas for this shit.

    Christmas is code for the next big mission. We’ve only heard rumors about it so far. We don’t know when, and we don’t know where. All we know is that it’s coming.

    I feel a sudden wave of nausea, a tide rolling up to my throat, and swallow it.

    Nothing will go wrong, I say, even though of course I can’t know that. That’s what I said about migration this year. Nobody dies, I said, over and over, like a prayer.

    I guess God wasn’t listening.

    Border patrol, I say, as though Tack can’t see the solid cement wall, darkened by rain, and the checkpoints ahead. He eases on the brakes. The van is like an old man: always hacking and shuddering and taking forever to do what you want it to. But as long as it gets us where it needs to go.

    We could have been halfway to Canada by now, Tack says, which is, of course, an exaggeration. That’s how I know he’s upset. Tack hardly ever exaggerates. He says exactly what he means, only when he means it.

    It’s one of the reasons I love him.

    We get through the border without any trouble. Eight years of living in the Wilds and four of working actively with the resistance, and I’ve learned that half the country’s security is for show. It’s all a big song and dance, a stage production: a way of keeping the tiny ants in line, cowed by fear, heads bent to the dirt. Half the guards are barely trained. Half the walls unpatrolled. But it’s the image that matters, the impression of constant surveillance, of containment.

    Ants are driven by fear.

    Tack is quiet as we drive down the West Side Highway, empty of traffic. The river and the sky are the same slate-gray color, and the rain sends sheets of water across the road. The clouds have the same low-down, swollen-belly look they did on the day, years ago, when I Crossed.

    The day I found her.

    I still can’t say her name.

    I used to be an ant too. Back when I lived before, back when I had a different name, back when the only scar I had was a small, thin fissure on my abdomen, where the doctors had had to remove my appendix.

    I can still remember my old house: the gauzy curtains that smelled like gardenias and plastic; the carpet sprinkled with baking soda and vacuumed daily; the quiet, heavy as a hand. My father liked quiet. Noise made the buzzing start up in his brain—like a storm of bees, he once told me. The louder the buzzing got, the more he couldn’t think. The more he couldn’t think, the angrier he got. Until he had to break, he had to stop it, he had to smash back all that sound with a fist, until there was quiet again.

    We were a whirlpool, circling constantly around him, trying to keep the buzzing from coming back.

    I almost drowned in that house.

    Raven?

    I turn to Tack, realizing he’s been trying to get my attention. What? I say, a little too sharply.

    Here?

    Tack has slowed down in front of a parking lot on Twenty-Fourth

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