Cindy R. Wilson
March 3, 2020
Blurb: They call me the Scorpion because they don’t know who I really am. All they know is that someone is stealing from people with excess to help people with nothing survive another day.
But then a trusted friend reveals who I am―“just” Tessa, “just” a girl―and sends me straight into the arms of the law. All those people I helped…couldn’t help me when I needed it.
In prison, I find an unlikely ally in Pike, who would have been my enemy on the outside. He represents everything I’m against. Luxury. Excess. The world immediately falling for his gorgeous smile. How he ended up in the dirty cell next to mine is a mystery, but he wants out as much as I do. Together, we have a real chance at escape.
With the sting of betrayal still fresh, Pike and I will seek revenge on those who wronged us. But uncovering all their secrets might turn deadly…
The Light District, where the privileged dress in outlandish styles and love glow-in-the-dark everything from hair accessories to nails, sounds like the Capitol City from The Hunger Games but is actually the setting for Cindy R. Wilson’s Sting. And, despite the two being dystopian, there the similarities end, except, of course, for the love triangle.
While Sting is a page-turner with the reader wondering how it will all end, Sting lacks that something extra. Conversations and situations are repeated, not verbatim, making me feel that the novel could have been sleeker and pacing better, if bits had been excised. Not much attention has been given to characterization and the world-building is vague.
That said, I nevertheless actually enjoyed reading Sting. It’s a light-weight dystopian. You never feel that foreboding feeling or the dread that comes with heavier novels. You know without reaching the end that the bad guys will suffer and the good guys will win. It’s all kind of black and white.
I loved the idea of a kickass heroine with a scorpion’s sting aka the knives that Tessa throws with pinpoint accuracy, not to mention her ability to fix things and build bots. Pike and River were also likable characters as was Pike’s sister, Jane. And, Cass, the youngest character, is lovably stubborn and would make another kickass female heroine.
Sting is a fun read as long as you don’t expect complexity.
I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
3 butterflies and a ladybug out of 5 butterflies
He empties another pot of water. “How did you learn how to do all this?”
“Fix things. They said the Scorpion built robots the size of men and sent giant tanks into those warehouses to collect all the supplies.”
“With electronic devices attached to the side. Weapons.”
I stare at him.
“What?” he asks.
“Giant tanks and human-sized robots? Really? That’s a lot of embellishment.”
I wish I could have built an army of robots, though. Something to fight back against the Enforcers. But we still have a chance. Me and Pike. We’re going to do this together.
“You made a big impact, Tessa.”
I look over, my hands dripping with sink water. He’s never called me Tessa before. I almost forgot he knows my real name.
His eyes are earnest, focused on mine. “Whether you were building robots or not, you made a difference. People talk when that happens.”
Mongo snaps out an order for us to get to work. I drop my eyes and continue to gather pots of water.
“I made robots,” I admit with a shrug.
Pike flashes a smile. “Yeah?”
“Robotic scorpions to help canvas the city and the areas we planned on…visiting.”
“Ah. Scorpion. I see. I was wondering where that came from.”
“It wasn’t my idea to start calling myself that.”
“Like I said, you made a difference.” He shifts another pot of water to the bucket. “People need heroes and hope to hold onto. When they get it, they do a lot more than embellish. They start to believe.”
I make myself continue working, though my heart is clutching at Pike’s words. I know what he’s talking about. I know about hope and believing. The first time we brought back supplies for the people in the Dark District and they thanked us, I believed we could do more. The first time a mother cried because we gave her food for her kids, I believed we could get into any warehouse anywhere and help more people. I had hope and I believed.
About Cindy R. Wilson
Cindy began creating worlds as a kid, entertaining her siblings with spontaneous ghost stories before bed. She filled notebooks with novels and ideas and realized quickly she wanted to be a writer as an adult.
Now Cindy lives in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains and loves using Colorado towns and cities as inspiration for settings in her stories. She’s the mother of three girls who provide plenty of fodder for her YA novels.
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