With Eve and Adam, authors Katherine Applegate and Michael Grant team up to create a thrilling story.
In the beginning, there was an apple?
And then there was a car crash, a horrible injury, and a hospital. But before Evening Spiker's head clears a strange boy named Solo is rushing her to her mother's research facility. There, under the best care available, Eve is left alone to heal.
Just when Eve thinks she will die-not from her injuries, but from boredomher mother gives her a special project: Create the perfect boy.
Using an amazingly detailed simulation, Eve starts building a boy from the ground up. Eve is creating Adam. And he will be just perfect . . . won't he?
|Product dimensions:||5.51(w) x 8.30(h) x 0.82(d)|
|Age Range:||13 - 17 Years|
About the Author
Katherine Applegate is the author of many books for children and young adults, including the award-winning Home of the Brave. Her husband, Michael Grant, is the author of the BZRK series and the bestselling Gone series. Together they wrote the popular Animorphs series. They live in Northern California with their two children and numerous unmanageable pets.
Read an Excerpt
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I am thinking of an apple when the streetcar hits and my leg severs and my ribs crumble and my arm is no longer an arm but something unrecognizable, wet and red.
An apple. It was in a vendor’s stall at the farmers’ market off Powell. I’d noticed it because it was so weirdly out of place, a defiant crimson McIntosh in an army of dull green Granny Smiths.
When you die—and I realize this as I hurtle through the air like a wounded bird—you should be thinking about love. If not love, at the very least you should be counting up your sins or wondering why you didn’t cross at the light.
But you should not be thinking about an apple.
I register the brakes screeching and the horrified cries before I hit the pavement. I listen as my bones splinter and shatter. It’s not an unpleasant sound, more delicate than I would have imagined. It reminds me of the bamboo wind chimes on our patio.
A thicket of legs encircles me. Between a bike messenger’s ropy calves I can just make out the 30% OFF TODAY ONLY sign at Lady Foot Locker.
I should be thinking about love right now—not apples, and certainly not a new pair of Nikes—and then I stop thinking altogether because I am too busy screaming.
* * *
I open my eyes and the light is blinding. I know I must be dead because in the movies there’s always a tunnel of brilliant light before someone croaks.
“Evening? Stay with us, girl. Evening? Cool name. Look at me, Evening. You’re in the hospital. Who should we call?”
The pain slams me down, and I realize I’m not dead after all, although I really wish I could be because maybe then I could breathe instead of scream.
“Evening? You go by Eve or Evening?”
Something white smeared in red hovers above me like a cloud at sunset. It pokes and prods and mutters. There’s another, then another. They are grim but determined, these clouds. They talk in fragments. Pieces, like I am in pieces. Vitals. Prep. Notify. Permission. Bad.
“Evening? Who should we call?”
“Check her phone. Who’s got her damn cell?”
“They couldn’t find it. Just her school ID.”
“What’s your mom’s name, hon? Or your dad’s?”
“My dad is dead,” I say, but it comes out in ear-splitting moans, a song I didn’t know I could sing. It’s funny, really, because I cannot remotely carry a tune. A C+ in Beginning Women’s Chorus—and that was totally a pity grade—but here I am, singing my heart out.
Dead would be so good right now. My dad and me, just us, not this.
OR 2’s ready. No time. Now now now.
I’m pinned flat like a lab specimen, and yet I’m moving, flying past the red and white clouds. I didn’t know I could fly. So many things I know this afternoon that I didn’t know this morning.
“Evening? Eve? Give me a name, hon.”
I try to go back to the morning, before I knew that clouds could talk, before I knew a stranger could retrieve the dripping stump of your own leg.
What do I do with it? he’d asked.
“My mother’s Terra Spiker,” I sing.
The clouds are silent for a moment, and then I fly from the room of bright light.
Copyright © 2012 by Michael Grant and Katherine Applegate
Reading Group Guide
1. Eve's mother asks her to create the perfect boy. What characteristics would you give to the perfect boy or girl?
2. Aislin's boyfriend is a drug dealer, and when he gets in trouble she goes to Eve for help. What would you have done in Eve's place? In Aislin's?
3. Solo has worked for years to expose Terra, but now that he has proof, revealing it could hurt Eve, whom he likes. Do you agree with the choices he made?
4. Eve & Adam was originally inspired by the story of Adam and Eve from the Bible. Can you find the similarities? What do you think about the changes the authors made?
5. Eve's viewpoint was written by Katherine Applegate, while Solo's chapters were written by her husband, Michael Grant. How do you think this duel perspective affected the story? Is it stronger with the two different viewpoints? Could this story have been told from just one perspective?
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Best book I have EVER read!!!!! BUY IT!!!
This was another book I wasn't wowed by, but that I really wanted to like because that cover is just beautiful. Sadly, I didn't really feel either way for the book, but if I had to choose, I would say that I did like. Not really feeling either way for it make it a little trickier to write, I really wanted to like it, but it feel short of expectations. I felt that it was really interesting how Evening and her mothers organization seemed to be interested in playing god. The whole assignment that Evening was given was to create her perfect guy while she healed from a really bad injury. I really liked that the spiker organization decided to try to play god and test the limits of science, but at the same time, they made some really scary things. I didn't really like Eve or Solo who was put in the book to be her love interest/guy that just messes everything up. It felt so outlandish that he was there trying to destroy the organization, and was super good at all these tech things. It felt so out of place, like the authors were looking for an excuse to create the drama in this book. Actually, I felt like this entire book was really random, it had a plot and then I feel like they were like "BUT WHAT IF WE ADD DRUG DEALERS?!" and then they did, and then Eve was asking her mother for thousands of dollars to save her friend, Aislin's boyfriends life, and trust me, he was so not worth saving. That entire plot line felt so random. The love triangle in this book also seemed to happen for 29 seconds and then it was resolved in 2 seconds. I was glad that it wasn't really there, but there was a pretty serious case of Insta-love with Eve and Solo. I can't remember if they said I love you, but I'm going to go with no because I'm sure I would have been noticeably aggrivated if they had. I still felt that their attraction was based on nothing and moved too quick. Goodness, writing this review made me like this book so much less, which is unfortunate. I don't think I'll be reading book two unless it finds its way into my TBR pile.