*Sigh* one thing I’ve learned after decades of life is that flexibility, even as your joints refuse to be so, is important in all things. I know! Shocking! I feel like frog marching myself out to a stone cliff and throwing myself into the sea. No, those being fêted are not having a good time.Īs I said when I wrote the review for the first book in the trilogy, Pines, my recommendation is to watch the Wayward Pines TV series first. If people don’t accept the rules by joining the rest of the seemingly ecstatically happy people, they are fêted. They are quickly assimilated into the community. Miraculously, new people show up to replace those who have been lost. Unfortunately, the smell of their charred flesh just makes people hungry for barbecue.

Occasionally, one of the 461 residents uses the fence to kill themselves. The electric fence surrounding the town hums with high voltage electricity. well and now Theresa, knows exactly who that might be. She also happens to be running a resistance movement against the powers that be. Big ones like doinking his hot FBI partner Kate, who also is a resident of Wayward Pines. How about the fact that I travelled back in time and handed Alois Hitler a FREE condom nine months prior to April 20th, 1889? Epic fail! Unfortunately.his appendage was too small to stay covered for the crucial moment (as it turns out that unfortunate disability runs in that family). Finding out the Japanese plans for Pearl Harbor on December 6th?.not even close. Knowledge of what Brutus has planned for Julius Caesar at the forum?.hmmm.nope.

I was trying to think of something in the history of mankind that is a bigger secret. Recently appointed Sheriff Ethan Burke is carrying the granddaddy of all secrets. So the only way to keep a secret is to tell NO ONE. They swear that person to secrecy, and so on and so on until everyone you. This powerful urge, maybe with some help from some uninhibiting wine or soul exploding sex, will eventually gain the upper hand, and those locked away words will spill. You can swear someone to secrecy, but the same itch, the same need to tell someone that compelled you to tell them, is whispering to them from the corners of their brain. In the end, most of us end up telling somebody. As a species we aren’t really good at keeping secrets, even those rattling skeletons that could prove detrimental to our lives. We all have secrets we carry around with us. For every perfect little town, there’s something ugly underneath. Perfection all the time would drive them mad.

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