Talon lives Downside, that is, underneath New York City. There is a strict code of secrecy among the Downsiders. However, when Talon accidentally meets a young woman named Lindsay, who is a Topsider (from above the ground), the two worlds inevitably collide. They become friends and love blossoms. The punishment for Talon's lack of discretion could be death. What will happen to them? Will the entire Downsider community be discovered?
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About the Author
Neal Shusterman is the New York Times bestselling author of more than thirty award-winning books for children, teens, and adults, including the Unwind dystology, the Skinjacker trilogy, Downsiders, and Challenger Deep, which won the National Book Award. Scythe, the first book in his newest series, Arc of a Scythe, is a Michael L. Printz Honor Book. He also writes screenplays for motion pictures and television shows. Neal is the father of four, all of whom are talented writers and artists themselves. Visit Neal at StoryMan.com and Facebook.com/NealShusterman.
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By Neal Shusterman
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Chapter One: Talon
High above the windblown city, a drop of falling rain was caught by an icy blast and puffed into a feathery flake of snow. No longer did it plunge through the city, but instead drifted slowly toward the magnificent lights of a New York night.
It sailed past the tip of the Empire State Building, whose upper floors were lit a Christmas green and red. Then, caught in a crosswind, the flake sailed further uptown, spinning around the icicle spire of the Chrysler Building and drifting down toward the late-night traffic of Forty-second Street. At 11:00, from high above, one might think the streets of the city truly were paved with gold, for the roofs of the taxis were like great golden bricks as they sat waiting for the light on Lexington Avenue.
Sheltered from the high winds, the flake wafted undisturbed down the face of Grand Central Station and landed on the tip of the nose of a young man who sat firmly on the bottom rung of life's ladder.
His name and destiny are of little importance, but he does command some attention here, for the sole reason that his life is about to end.
All of nineteen years old, but with a hopeless weariness that made him seem many years older, he huddled in a stoneniche, near the great train station's entrance. He did not bother to shake out the snow that now speckled his hair.
People ignored him as he sat in the lonely corner. The well-dressed men and women in the city were skilled in looking the other way when they came across a derelict bit of humanity. To the business folk in camel-hair coats and Armani shoes, the bums of the city were unfortunate by-products of their lives - like the mountains of trash that accumulated each time the sanitation workers went on strike - so they simply turned their noses up and kept on walking.
Tonight the young man did not extend his cup for spare change. He wanted no one's money anymore, no one's pity. His will to live was quickly failing him, and by morning his will, and his life, would extinguish in the cold, like a streetlight flickering out at dawn.
As he sat there, searching for a reason to be, he caught a pair of eyes watching him from a storm drain across the street. In truth, those eyes had been watching him patiently for more than an hour, studying his actions - or lack of action. Only now, in the headlight glare of a bus changing lanes, did he see those eyes regarding him from beneath the curb across Forty-second Street. The face appeared young - younger than he - but in an instant the bus crossed in front of him and, when it passed, the storm drain was just a dark slit in the curb once more.
With the numbness of his fingers and toes slowly growing into his wrists and ankles, he dug up the will to rise to his feet. Then he shuffled into the warmth of Grand Central Station, still trying to figure out if the face he saw in the drain was truly there or just an image dredged up from his own troubled mind.
There were others like him occupying the warmer corners of the station. Most were older, indigents without a penny to their name who stood little chance of finding their way back into a productive life. Some were drunks. Others were mentally ill. Still others were cast here by unfortunate circumstance and had become resigned to their lot. As the young man passed them, he knew he could not live with that sort of resignation. But neither did he know how to pull himself up. And so he continued down.
He found himself descending the steps of track twenty-five. The platform was deserted and dim in this off-hour, so no one saw him hop down onto the tracks. Or so he thought. In a moment he was stumbling away from the pitiless world above, into a dark tunnel. He made his way through the blackness, not slowing his pace, and he fell many times, shredding his palms on the railroad ties below. Still, he continued on. He wasn't really sure what he was doing, until the headlights appeared far ahead. They lit the track in front of him and the many other tracks on either side that ran deep under the superstructures of the city. He stopped moving and stood there, staring into the light, until he knew for sure that the train was on his track, zeroing in on him.
If he stood his ground and let the train bear down on him, would anyone ever know? Would anyone ever find him in the mildewed darkness? Or was this the perfect place to disappear for good?
His heart beat a rapid, unnatural rhythm as the ground beneath him rumbled with his approaching end. No horn was blown. Perhaps the conductor wasn't watching the track. Or perhaps he was purposely looking the other way.
As the young man stood there, he wondered whether this would be an act of bravery or cowardice and, realized that, in the end, he did not care; in ten seconds, the answer to the question wouldn't matter.
The blinding headlights filled his entire mind, and he leaned forward to receive them...but then somewhere deep beneath his desire to leave this world, an instinct for survival kicked in and surged powerfully up his spine, sizzling in every nerve ending. The fear became so intense that he screamed louder than the roar of the train, and leaped out of the way. The train caught the heel of a shoe and spun him around, slamming him against one of the many steel I-beams that held up the city above, and he gripped onto that beam as the underdraft threatened to drag him under the train, to those crushing wheels that were suddenly far less attractive than they had been a moment before.
When the train was gone he put his head into his hands and, for the first time in many years, he cried. He wept long and loud, crying for all the things lost in his life, and for all the things that he would never be.
It was when he paused for breath that he first heard the rats.
No. Not rats. These skittering sounds were too slow, too heavy to be the footfalls of rats. He looked up and around. While his central vision was still blurred by the bright imprint of the train headlights on his retina, he did see rapidly moving shadows in his peripheral vision. They darted from track to track, hiding behind I-beams. They appeared human.
Finally the shadows stopped before him. He could hear them breathing steadily, just a few feet away, and he began to worry.
He knew of the mole-people: the unloved of the city, who banded together in the city's many tunnels. Some were friendly and accepting of newcomers. Others were dark and dangerous.
"Go away," he snarled at the three figures before him. "I don't have anything to steal."
There was silence for a moment, as if these figures had all the time in the world. Then the one closest to him spoke. "We wish to know your name."
The voice sounded young. A boy's voice, still in the process of changing.
"What do you care?" answered the destitute young man, still clearing the tears from his eyes.
Another moment of silence, and then again the statement, calm and controlled. "We wish to know your name."
The figures before him patiently waited for a response.
"Robert," he finally spat out. "Robert Gunderson."
"We've been watching you, Robert Gunderson," said another voice, this one female. "We saw you challenge the train and survive."
"I didn't mean to survive," he told them. "I just lost my nerve."
"We know this," said a third voice. Another boy, with a voice much raspier than the other's. "This is why we've made ourselves known."
"Look at us, Robert Gunderson," said the boy in front, clearly the leader of the three. The girl then turned on a flashlight, lighting up their faces in shadow-filled relief. Robert gasped at the sight, because it was far from what he'd expected. He'd expected to see three filthy tunnel-rats, held together by hate and mud-stained rags. But there was nothing dirty about this trio. As he sat there wiping his eyes clear, he began to sense that these were not homeless people who took refuge in tunnels. These kids were something entirely different. Their hair was shaved around their ears, but dense and long everywhere else. It hung down their back and about their shoulders. Their clothes were coarse, woven garments, but on closer inspection Robert could see they were made up of tiny patches sewn together from a thousand different fabrics. Each wore wide metallic wristlets and ankle bracelets with intricate designs, and hand-carved hieroglyphics that looked part English, part something else - Arabic or Russian, or Chinese - or maybe a combination of all three. They wore watches on - of all places - their right ankles. The leader, whose hair flowed in thick bronze locks, wore a shining metallic vest that looked like some sort of ancient chain mail. Robert stared at that vest for the longest time, knowing there was something even stranger about it, and the rest of their metallic accessories, but he couldn't quite say what. Even their flashlight was strange - its face oblong instead of round, and its shaft swirling with red and green patterns. It seemed ancient and almost holy.
"Few Topsiders look upon us and live," said the leader. This wasn't a boast or a threat, but a mere statement of fact.
"Then why do I live?" asked Robert.
The leader's face remained solemn. "You don't," he said. Then he reached behind him and he pulled a sword out from a leather patchwork sheath. It wasn't smooth and mirrored like the swords Robert had seen in movies. This was specked and rough - as if it were made of aluminum foil, pounded and re-formed until it was heavy, sharp, and dangerous. And the sword's handle - it seemed to be little more than the grip of a gearshift.
It was then Robert realized what was so strange about the metallic objects they wore. The bracelets were forged of discarded tin cans. The chain-mail vest was a thousand soda-can pop-tops strung together. Everything they had, from their patchwork clothes to their relic of a flashlight, was made out of the world's garbage.
"Today you die, Robert Gunderson," said the leader, and with that he raised his trash-hewn sword above his head and swung it toward Robert's neck in a swift, killing arc.
This was Talon's favorite part. But although he felt a thrill rush through him as he brought the blade down, he kept his face hard and unrevealing. Before him the nineteen-year-old man who had been named Robert Gunderson closed his eyes and grimaced, waiting for his head to be lopped off by Talon's blade...but Talon had something else in mind. He stopped his blade just before it touched his skin, then rested the sword heavily on Gunderson's shoulder. The look of surprise and relief on Gunderson's face was a fie thing indeed.
Gutta turned her flashlight in Gunderson's eyes so they could see him - his every move, and the sincerity of his words.
"You have fallen through the bottom of the World," Talon said, his voice a monotone, almost like a chant. "Say it!"
"I...I have fallen through the bottom of the world," repeated Gunderson, his eyes darting back and forth, not understanding - not knowing how important this moment in his life was.
"Do you renounce the Topside? All its joys and evils?" asked Talon, trying to find a depth in his voice that had not yet come. "Do you shed all ties that held you there?"
"What is this?" demanded Gunderson.
"Answer the question," snapped Railborn, his voice raspy and hard, like his father's. Of the three of them, Railborn had the least patience when it came to catching fallers.
Talon, who was leading today's mission, threw his friend a warning look, then turned back to the frightened faller sitting in the dust before them.
"Nothing holds me there," said Gunderson with just the right level of bitterness in his voice to convince Talon that he told the truth.
"Do you swear never to seek the sky again, for as long as you may live?"
Gunderson faltered a bit with this one. Then, as Talon watched, some color came to the lonely faller's face. He seemed to understand, at least in part, what was happening, what was being asked of him - and what he was being offered. His resistance began to fade, and his falling spirit seemed to open for them to catch.
"Yes, I swear," he said. And then again, with even more resolve, "Yes, I swear."
Talon removed the sword from their pledge's shoulder, and slipped it into the sheath his mother had painstakingly sewn for him from a hundred discarded wallets. "Robert Gunderson is dead," Talon announced. "Stand from the dirt, faller."
The man who had been Robert Gunderson stood up, wafting his filthy stench in their direction as they did. His smell was an abomination that would soon be discarded, along with his former self.
"Remove your clothes," said Gutta, who had her own favorite parts of the ritual.
"Just do it," snapped Railborn.
Talon sighed at his friend's impatience. "To come into the Downside," Talon explained, "you can bring nothing from the Topside but your flesh. You will even leave your name behind."
"Fallers don't need names," said Gutta.
Talon took a step closer and put a reassuring arm on the faller's shoulder. "You will be given a new name when you have earned it. For now, you must remove your Topside garments and follow us."
Talon reached over and pushed Gutta's flashlight down so the faller could disrobe in darkness.
"You're no fun," Gutta grumbled at Talon.
When the faller was as bare as the day he had first entered the world, Talon led the way. He could hear the faller's feet squishing through the midworld muck behind him, while Railborn flailed his sword at some stray pigeons that haunted the train tunnel.
They continued on, veering down a tunnel with rails so seldom used that they didn't have the polished sheen of more well-worn tracks. At last they stopped at a soot-blackened cinder block wall that could have been there since the very birth of the city.
"What's wrong?" asked the faller. "Why are we stopping here?"
"Nothing's wrong," Talon answered simply and he motioned to Railborn, the largest of the three. Railborn leaned against the wall, and it gave inward, leaving a large rectangular opening. Gutta turned off her flashlight to reveal the glow of a single gas lamp within the secret passageway. Its flame cast just enough light to show the set of worn stairs beyond, heading down into darkness.
The faller peered in but did not dare move toward the stairwell. He waited for Talon and the others, but they did not go any further.
"The rest of the journey you must make by yourself," Talon told him. "No one can lead you there."
The faller looked apprehensively down the steps, then back at Talon. "No one can lead me where?"
"You'll find out," said Gutta.
It was only after the faller had taken the first step into the passageway that Talon told him something to ease his fear. "At the bottom of the steps," said Talon, "you'll find a subway tunnel that hasn't been used for two generations. Walk with the breeze to your back and continue hudward. You'll get there."
Railborn looked at him sharply, for Talon was not supposed to offer anything to the faller but a chance.
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Reading Group Guide
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by Neal Shusterman
About the Book
Below the city, in secret tunnels and cavernous spaces unknown to all but those who live there, is a place called the Downside — a tight-knit society several thousand strong. Talon Angler, a boy who lives in this underground world, has learned from his elders to shun the Topside — the world aboveground that we all know — yet Talon is somehow drawn to this world of light. When he accidentally meets Lindsay Matthias, a girl from a broken home, unhappy with the trajectory of her own life, it changes both of their worlds in ways neither of them could predict.
• Talon and his friends Gutta and Railborn all catch glimpses of the Topside. Why do you think Talon is the only one so entranced by the Topside world he sees?
• The legend and lore of the Downsiders (for example, “if you see the sun, you’ll go blind”) is really designed to keep the young people in line. Can you think of any myths we have that regulate the behavior of young people?
• The Downsiders’ prejudices and misinformation about us help us see our own prejudices about others more clearly. What are some of the prejudices we carry around that we normally wouldn’t question? What myths do we believe about other peoples and cultures?
• Talon has three main sources of information about the Topside: brief glimpses through the grates, old tales of his people, and the ramblings of the Champ. How trustworthy are these sources? What are your main sources of information? How trustworthy are they?
• Compare the tight family units of the Downsiders with the absent parents in Lindsay’s life. How do you think these family dynamics affect the events of the story?
• The novel is a double “fish out of water” story: Talon in the Topside, and Lindsay in the Downside. What are some of the things they see and experience? How do they react? How does this change them? In what way are their experiences similar? In what way are they different?
• In the Downside, the people use socks as currency. This seems absurd, but is it really any sillier than using pieces of paper as money?
• Whatever your parents do in the Downside world is what you will do — in other words, there is no social mobility. How would you feel if you had to make your career the same as your mother’s or father’s?
• Imagine a visit you might take to the Downside. How do you think you’d feel about what you experience there?
• The Wise Advisors decide to make an example of Talon for his “crime.” From their point of view, and giving their goal of keeping control of their way of life, do you think it was the right thing to do?
• When Lindsay tells Talon how the Downside came to be, thinking this information will help him, it ends up nearly shattering his world. Even though it was painful, Talon ultimately feels a new sense of purpose. Do you think Lindsay did the right thing — that the truth did set Talon free? Or was there another way she could have handled it?
• The Wise Advisors manipulate Railborn, giving him what he wants in order to get what they want. How could you tell if you were being manipulated? Who do you think might be interested in manipulating you?
• The people of the Downside don’t believe Talon when he returns from his journey to the Topside and describes the vastness of our world. How would you convince someone of something that seems unbelievable? What ways would you find to address someone’s preconceived notions? What proof do you think would satisfy most objections?
Activities & Research
• Take a detailed map of your city or town and place tracing paper over it. Then draw a secret city that might exist beneath the streets. Give the tunnels and rooms different names (like the Grotto of Light and the Place of First Runes).
• Write the creation myth for the people of your secret Downside — along with the actual, objective truth of how your underground city came to be.
• Find out more about the origin of subway transportation in America and around the world. Alfred Ely Beach, mentioned in the novel, is a real person — find out more about the real person! Research subways or other underground construction (sewer lines, electric and gas, etc.) in your town. Who designed and constructed them? Write an essay about your findings.
• Make up a legend or myth about some ordinary thing that is actually a warning to keep away from it (such as the novel’s “sunlight will make you go blind”). Explain the purpose behind your myth.
• In the novel, author Neal Shusterman writes, “Only an outsider can see a world’s wonders for what they truly are.” Imagine you are from another planet. Pick something that we earthlings take for granted (either an activity or natural phenomena), and write a “report to your home world” describing it for the wonder that it is.
• Research and report on a contemporary “tribal” society in America or elsewhere in the world that keeps itself separate (either by choice or otherwise) from the dominant culture (for example, the Amish). Focus on their reasons for remaining separate and how well they are able to maintain their separation. Also discuss how the young people of that society feel about their separation.
• In the novel, the language of the Downsiders is full of their own slang and lingo — fallers, sludge-face, Batward and Yonkward, Most Beloved. Make up a lexicon with your own made-up terms, then define them and also justify them: What kind of society would use the terms you’ve created?
• The Rune Chambers of the Downside contain the history of the society, in the form of graffiti. Write your own history — personal, school, or community — in the form of a page of graffiti.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Neal Shusterman is the top writer of Young Adult fiction out there. His hero of an imagined world under the subways of New York City collides with a topside girl on a mission to save a sick brother, and takes us on a ride with unexpected twists and turns that keep a reader breathless till the end.
Love the twist and the inocent romance between talon and lindsay. Every teen who loves twists and romance between two people from different worlds should read it. Omgeee! <3
This is a good book thats just hard to stop, and get away from. It's very entertaining and great for a book report.
This book is one of the best books ive ever read. Its a great story about how two different worlds meet(:. Hope you enjoy
Downsiders is an easy to follow story. It brings real life issues to a fictional surrounding. I like the way Downsiders used real history to bring to life its story. Although it is doubtful there is a civilization of people living in the unused tunnels under NY Downsiders allows your imagination believe it could be true. I can see myself taking a 2nd look at drains and man hole covers in the future. The story line itself brings to heart changes and rules we would all break to feel that special something felt by another. It also shows how important it is to bring the truth to someone¿s own existence. It enables them to see what other adventures they are deserved. A novel that brings in tradition, perseverance, acceptance, reason and love. With an interesting twist on what might be out there if we would all slow down and look. I would recommend it to others to read and enjoy. If there would be anything I could change would be the end. I feel there could have been a better way for the Downsiders to enjoy the Topside and kept better to their traditions.
This book is amazing with great detail. Neal Shusterman has created aworld that everyone can relate to but then again they can't. Since they do not live underground. But everyone has a feeling that they don't belong somewhere. I absolutley love this book and fell in love with the characters. x0o Kim
Love this book.
This was a good book, but there are many things that could be changed to make it better. Some parts seem realistic, and others are completely fanciful. I wished the end told more about the outcome of the characters.
Themes: Hidden worlds, family, social order, loyaltySetting: Topside and Downside New York CityTalon is a Downsider; Lindsay is a Topsider. The two are sworn enemies. Then Talon's best friend kills her cousin and the two can never be together. There's singing and dancing and dueling and wait - maybe I'm a little mixed up. So I guess it's kind of like Romeo and Juliet, but not as much as I expected from the beginning. One reviewer compared it to The Outsiders, which is thankfully all wrong, because I would NOT have finished it in that case. Let's see if I can explain it better.The Downsiders live in New York. Except that they live UNDER New York. They have lived there for a long, long time. So long that they have built up some strange ideas about life Topside. They have adapted quite well to life below. It's hard to say for sure how many of them there are, but maybe about 5,000 or so. They are content with their separate existence, but there are a few signs that their society is struggling. Then a young man named Talon takes a little too much interest in the world Topside and the two worlds start to collide.There have been places where the worlds sort of meet, like the subway. The Downsiders aren't completely ignorant of the world above. But the Topsiders have completely forgotten about the world below, so when Lindsay catches a glimpse of a pair of eyes watching her from between the walls, she can't understand where he came from. Then she catches him in her bedroom on New Year's Eve, so naturally she sprays him with mace. Then she takes pity on him when she hears about his sister who is terribly sick. He just wanted some medicine for her.Right here I thought I knew where the story was going, but I was wrong. It was both better and not as good as I expected. It was more creative and imaginative than I expected. There were cool little details, like what REALLY lives in the sewers, how they the whole society works, their system of commerce. But some of it was hard to picture. At book club once we were discussing a book and someone pointed out that I was not a visual reader. I admitted that I'm not, but in this book, even I had trouble picturing how things would look. How exactly did that whole thing with Talon watching Lindsay between the walls work? I never could figure that out. There's a part at the end that totally didn't make sense to me, and it kind of messed up the ending for me. 3.5 stars
I thought this book was ok. It was kind of slow but still had a good plot. Not my favorite book ever but still a good one.
Lindsay moves into a New York brownstone with her engineer father and rotten stepbrother Todd after her mother takes off. By accident, Lindsay discovers Talon, a teenage boy who lives in a secret underground city called the Downside. Lindsay's father's massive construction project threatens to reveal the existence of the Downside, and Lindsay and Talon have to try to save the Downside. This is a fun, urban legend kind of story (yes, the alligators in the sewers story shows up along with a lot of other urban legends), but its strength is showing how the culture we grow up in often decides for us how we see others who are different ... and how valuable it is to be able to see beyond that.
Downsiders speculates about a scenario that, though fantasy, seems that it could be altogether possible. Shusterman's New York City is populated by "Topsiders," the people you and I can see if we wander the streets of the city. However, it also encompasses a whole civilization of Downsiders, a community of people who dwell in tunnels and cast-off remnants of the top side that exist deep below the surface untouched by the topside for no less than 10 years. Topsiders live in blissful ignorance of the entire world below them, while Downsiders, for the most part, live in fear of the Topside, drawing near to it only to gather necessities and catch "fallers," those whose hope for a life worth living in the Topside has run out. The two civilizations exist happily apart and unknown to each other until the chance meeting of Talon, a Downsider, and Lindsay, a Topsider occurs with unfortunate consequences for both. Downsiders' two main characters are believable. Both are feeling kind of disengaged from their own worlds opening the way for their encounter. Talon's overwhelming curiosity about the Topside combined with his desperation to find a cure for his little sister's illness drives him to seek medicine in Lindsay's under-renovation home. Lindsay, having just moved to New York to live with her father and step-brother who are virtually unknown to her, has no friends and a suspicion about the city that makes her all too eager to embrace Talon and his world when they have a run in. Unfortunately, the characterization stops with them. The remainder of the people populating Shusterman's story are a variety of stock characters with predictable traits and predictable outcomes to their situations like Lindsay's oh-so-typical stepfather who's so involved in his work he barely notices her and her full of himself scumbag of a stepbrother. You've seen these characters a hundred times, and little is done to set them apart from the rest of their ilk.Luckily, Downsiders is not intended to be a character driven novel. Shusterman's alternate New York is vividly imagined, complete with its own practices like wearing watches around the ankle because "time is of low importance" as well as a variety of invented directional terms, and a few unexpected ways of surviving and making a living. In Shusterman's hands, this home for the city's once unwanted and forgotten is inventive and oddly realistic. Downsiders is a rollicking, heartfelt adventure about two worlds colliding and a coming of age story about two characters finding themselves in the context of their own worlds and beyond.
Downsiders is a book full of surprises you never know what Shusterman is going to throw at you and you could think one thing is going to happen and the exact opposite does. Talon is just an ordinary boy except for one thing, he lives below New York City. He lives his life everyday not having the sun or the sky in his life. Every downsider knows that it is forbidden to go to topside, but sometimes it has to be done. Talon is not like all of the others he wants to go to the topside out of curiously not just to revive the things needed to live. His little sister gets very ill and only topside medicine will heal her. He goes on a mission to get medicine to help his ill sister. Talon never expects to make a friend from the topside even after all of the rumors and awful things he has heard about the topside and their people.He meets a topsider who decides to help him out instead of sending him to the authorities. This girl is Lindsay, she has just moved to New York City to live with her dad and does not expect to meet someone that lives under her feet. Lindsay has never heard of the downsiders so believing everything that Talon was telling her took a lot of trust. He leaves and for some reason decides to return to her and show her where he lives while everyone else is busy. They become friends and begin to have feelings for each other. What will happen when two worlds that are nothing alike combine? Will Lindsay tell people Talon's secret and cause damage to him and his whole community? Read downsider by Neal Shusterman to go on a journey with Talon and Lindsay to see what happens when a topsider and a downsider become friends?
Downsiders is a book about a group of people who live under New York City, known as the Downsiders. They take people in who don't fit in with the Topside, which leads to a whole series of events for the Downside. It is an easy book to read and follow but it does get a bit repetitive. I think most people will be able to pick up this book and be able to say it is decent at least. It fits a lot of reading interests and should be a good book for most.
One of the Best book ever