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Fuse by Julianna Baggott

I was extremely lucky to get my hands on an advance copy of Fuse. I devoured Pure and my reaction to Fuse was no different.

In the follow up to the amazing Pure, Fuse sees Pressia Belze, a wretch, and Partridge, a Pure, uncover their entwined history in a mission to save the wretches and overthrow the Dome.

 As well as physical dangers outside of the Dome, Pressia contends with feelings for Bradwell, the boy with birds in his back: she’s lost everyone she loves before and it seems dangerous to love someone when the world is a hazard.

Partridge must also face his own demons as he fights for his love Lyda and uncovers nasty truths about his father. Amidst their own personal problems, wretch children start disappearing into the Dome, and when they are released they are cured of all afflictions but are mute, bar one message: that Partridge must come home. Having escaped the Dome once, now he must return and face his father, only now he is armed with facts and support from his new friends, and he hopes to lead a revolt from within the Dome.

I’m trying not to give too much away, but Fuse is even more explosive than Pure. We meet even more unique groups of characters, with their own fusings, skills and habitats, and they all have a role to play in the grand scheme of things. Secret after secret that have been coded and hidden are revealed. Obstacles and dangers are met head on.

Just like Pure, Fuse is full of highly imaginative plotlines, cleverly interlinking sociological themes, science, technology and even mythology. With twists and turns throughout, this is a book you won’t want to put down.


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