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# Above

**Brand:** isla morley
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			        		&#x201C;Quite moving&#x2026;intriguing and provocative.&quot; Author: Kirkus Reviews&quot;Reeled out with the chilling calmness of a Hitchcock film, Above haunts as it illuminates. Deftly told, this tale of human resilience in the face of madness is a horror classic for our times.&quot; Author: Lynn Cullen, bestselling author of Mrs. Poe&quot;The isolation and darkness wrap you like wild vines and force you to face the nightmare, but Above plunges you forward and drives toward hope, because sometimes that&apos;s all that remains. This is a novel that challenges you to believe.&quot; Author: Michael Farris Smith, author of Rivers&quot;Morley scores with an audacious page-turner. In a series of gripping twists, Morley elevates the complexities of Blythe and Adam&#x2019;s situation, deepening the themes of survival and dependence&#x2026; a stellar and surprising ride.&#x201D; Author: Publishers Weekly&quot;A riveting, heartstopping tale of determination, love and hope for the future.&quot; Author: Fiction Addiction&#x201C;Morley&#x2019;s writing is magnetic, instantly attaching the reader to the story. We see, we feel, and we cringe at the victim&#x2019;s circumstances.&#x201D; Author: NY Journal of Books&#x201C;Compelling . . .haunting . . . a true page-turner. Half abduction story, half dystopian fiction, this novel will appeal to fans of both.&#x201D; Source: Library Journal&#x201C;Morley crafts a menacingly sinister tale of imprisonment and eerily inventive story of survival that will appeal to fans of riveting psychological suspense and cut throat dystopian fiction.&#x201D; Source: Booklist&#x201C;Both terrifying and shocking, and practically guaranteed to put a sense of dread in your stomach. .. . Too real for comfort. . . . Morley keeps us guessing the whole time,turning page after page as we wonder right alongside Blythe if she is ever getting back to the world she knew. . . . Gripping, chilling.&#x201D; Source: Bustle&#x201C;What do you get when you mix the claustrophobia of Room with the psychological suspense of Before I Go to Sleep and a dash of The Road? Perhaps something that approximates Isla Morley&#x2019;s suspenseful second novel.&#x201D; Source: Bookpage
						    	
					    	
						
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        	  	  About the Author
        	  
        	  
        		  
        		  
	        		
						
			        		Isla Morley grew up in South Africa during apartheid, the child of a British father and fourth-generation South African mother. She now lives in Los Angeles with her husband (a minister) and daughter and an assortment of animals. Her debut novel, Come Sunday, was awarded the Janet Heidinger Kafka Prize for Fiction in 2009 and was a finalist for the Commonwealth Prize. It has been translated into seven languages.
						    	
					    	
						
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			        		Above  I DOBBS WINS THE fight easily. He shuts and locks the door. I feel a small sense of relief. With a hulking slab of metal separating us, I am finally able to breathe just a little. It is only when I hear another thump, another door closing someplace above me, that I understand: not only am I to be left alone; I am to be hidden. I am a secret no one is able to tell. Just like that, instead of wishing Dobbs gone, I am waiting for him to come back. Surely, it won&#x2019;t take long. When Dobbs returns, I&#x2019;ll take him off guard. I&#x2019;ll push past him, dash outside, and sprint across the field. I will steer clear of the road. I&#x2019;ll head for the line of sycamore trees along the creek. I&#x2019;ll make my way east, and he won&#x2019;t think to follow me there on account of its being trappers&#x2019; territory. Even if I do get snared, it&#x2019;ll be better than this, because someone will find me. Nobody&#x2019;s going to find me here, whatever here is. A dungeon? I can&#x2019;t make any sense of it. A big round room with a massive pillar right through the middle of it. Contraptions, wires, pipes, spigots, dials. I keep my back turned to the space, keep my face pressed up against the door. It is made of steel and has a handle, although not like one I&#x2019;ve ever seen. Something a bank might have on its vault. What has he done? What&#x2019;s happened to me? Surely, Dobbs should be getting back by now. He&#x2019;ll take me out of here. He&#x2019;ll explain it to me, not like before, which didn&#x2019;t make any sense. He won&#x2019;t be rough, either. Or cross. He&#x2019;ll be nice, like how he is in the library. I look at Grandpa&#x2019;s pocket watch; only fifteen minutes have passed. Even though it is still ticking, I wind it tight. If only I were still at the Horse Thieves Picnic, our town&#x2019;s annual tradition that I look forward to all year. The gathering that attracts a couple thousand people has since moved from its original location among the walnut trees of Durr&#x2019;s Grove to Main Street, and its contests no longer include Largest Mustache for Boys Under 17 or Baby with the Worst Case of Colic, but there is still a parade and a carnival. Apart from the parade, the next most popular event is the concert at the bandstand, where Daddy, no doubt, is now line dancing. It takes no effort to imagine what my sister and brothers are doing. Suzie, with Lula Campbell, will be strutting around the midway looking for boys, and Gerhard, not actually bleeding to death from wrecking his pickup on I-70 like Dobbs had first said, will be off with his pals to scale the water tower. Having left the Horse Thieves Picnic early on account of Theo&#x2019;s fever, Mama&#x2019;s likely fallen asleep on her bed, the fan moving what the lazy July evening can&#x2019;t be bothered to blow through the window. No one has probably even noticed that I&#x2019;m gone. How long will it take them before they do? And when they do, where will they imagine I am? What will they think the cause for my absence is? They won&#x2019;t be imagining anything bad, that&#x2019;s for sure. Bad things don&#x2019;t happen in Eudora, Kansas. I look over my shoulder at the space behind me. The enormous concrete pillar and two partitions divide the round room into halves. Behind the partitions is where Dobbs said I could get myself something to drink. I can see a bit of the recliner, where I was told to sit and wait. I don&#x2019;t like the looks of anything behind me, so I keep my eyes on Grandpa&#x2019;s watch. The minute hand and I go for long walks around the numbers. And then the numbers, the watch face, and everything else disappear, just like the time lightning split the maple tree outside our living room and we all vanished in its blinding flash. It&#x2019;s like that, except in reverse. The darkness has swallowed me whole. I can&#x2019;t see my hand, even when I hold it up to my face. Nothing seeps through the darkness. I keep waiting for my eyes to adjust. The outline of the partitions or the big concrete pillar should be visible. I start shivering. I think I hear something. &#x201C;Dobbs?&#x201D; The darkness snatches my voice and issues nothing in return. &#x201C;Hello?&#x201D; Don&#x2019;t panic. The electricity&#x2019;s gone out; give it a minute. If this were home, Mama would be feeling her way to the pantry for the lantern and the matches she keeps on the top shelf. Gerhard would have the flashlight under his chin, his bottom teeth thrust outward and his eyes crossed and buggy, and Suzie would be getting all hysterical, as if he really were the bogeyman. And Daddy would be chiding Gerhard, but only halfheartedly, because there&#x2019;s nothing better than spooking girls. But this is not home. This is not any kind of place you&#x2019;d put a person. What kind of things do people put in a place like this? How far underground am I? There were a lot of stairs and a long passage that kept making sharp left and right turns. And too many doors to keep track of. Locks. Just think of home. Just give it a minute. Just wait. There is no way to tell what time is doing. Has it been five minutes or half an hour? Shouldn&#x2019;t the electricity have kicked back on by now? There is a creak somewhere behind me, to the left. A shifting. My ears strain. I hold my breath so I can hear better. Is there something in here with me? Something doing the breathing for me? In. Out. Sounds like air through clenched teeth. Something with its lips drawn back. Oh Lord, what if it comes for me? I mustn&#x2019;t move. Not a sound, or I will give myself away. How could anything have entered? Is there a hole in the wall? Maybe the noise is nothing but a draft coming through a vent. But maybe it isn&#x2019;t. Maybe some inner door opened. Because this no longer feels like a confined space but a very large one, widening still. There is something behind this door, too. Something that turns it freezing cold. I scoot back, exposed. On my hands and knees, I shuffle over to where the kitchen is supposed to be. I must hide. Hurrying as fast as I can, I ram straight into something. My head about cracks. I can&#x2019;t make any sense of what I&#x2019;ve hit&#x2014;something with knobs. I keep hurrying, this time with one hand outstretched. My hand locates the leg of the table. I get under it, bring my knees up to my chin, and grip myself tightly. Maybe whatever is making the sound is one of those things that can see in the dark. Which means it can see me under the table with the chair legs pressed against me. It doesn&#x2019;t help to tell myself my imagination is playing tricks on me. Please. Oh, please. Sit still. Don&#x2019;t move. Quiet. Ssh. Help me, someone, please, God.
						    	
					    	
						
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## Customer Reviews

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    Not the best...SOME SPOILERS
  

*by K***R on August 13, 2014*









  
  
    I was so excited when I purchased Above. I had recently read Room and the comparisons were being made constantly. I was eager when I started, less so a quarter way through the book. I started over and this time promised to read it without the bias of comparison. I still couldn't muster enthusiasm beyond the first quarter. SPOILER ALERT A LITTLE: I'm felt a little bewildered by the way we lived with Blythe day to day then turned the page and five years have passed, then seven, until all of a sudden out of nowhere it's SEVENTEEN years later. It seems like some vital things were missed and I found myself lost within a struggling story. I pushed forward hoping that by the time I got to the escape, my enjoyment would rekindle...not even close. I felt cheated and bored. The whole "End of the World", "Walking Dead", has just been overplayed. I was also angry to be honest...I am not a fan of sci-fi, dystopian, type stories. Yes, I realize this could potentially happen, so could an alien invasion or California floating away....but I wouldn't buy a book to read about it. Almost wish I could get my money (and time) back. With that being said, I would possibly attempt another book by Islamic Morley because her words, imagery, the characters, were wonderfully portrayed. All I can say is try it, but don't be fooled by what is written on the jacket cover because it doesn't resemble the actual book even scarcely.
  


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    unforgettable
  

*by R***Y on October 7, 2014*









  
  
    I really enjoyed the premise of this book. Young girl is kidnapped by dooms-dayer, and taken underground into a bomb silo in Kansas.  Isla Morley gives the reader suspense at it's finest.  I could hardly put this book down for the first half.  For the second half, I kept waiting for something to happen.  For some reason, the novel lost it's urgency, though I was so involved with the wonderful characters that I kept reading at the same frantic pace.Blythe, the sixteen year old who's kidnapped, is so honest in her musings over her ordeal.  Some horrible things happen and she escapes reality for a while, but her blind anger/fear/terror/disbelief at her capture, leaves her blind to the fact that nothing is as black and white as she believes it to be.This is the kind of novel that makes an excellent discussion for readers' groups.  There are no clear cut bad/good guys, and you could spend hours on just one of the ideas that the author brings up, like what if freedom?  And do we always want to be free?  That hate can tie us down and only forgiveness can set us free.  Love too can tie us down, but we don't want freedom from the things that we deem as good.Plato's idea that we can't trust our five senses because they only give life to illusions that only things that are good can be real.  And what's good is intangible, immaterial, coming from the spirit world, a place our five sense can't reach.Morley writes with such depth and beauty, though sometimes the flashbacks could be confusing.  A suspense novel needs to be a little clearer so the action can take center stage, not the inside voice of the characters.  Of course this is just my opinion and Above certainly kept my attention for the first half.Above is a book I might not recommend for everyone because it does have a certain, unapologetic darkness, but for my more discerning book-lovers(one I want to impress) I'd certainly recommend Above.  And for any book club that would have me.
  


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    Above
  

*by K***Y on March 25, 2014*









  
  
    A captivating read that weaves two story-threads (Abduction and captivity of one vs. mass dystopia following a global disaster)  into a very enthralling tale.The plot starts out in darkness, human misery, even descends into madness for a moment, then just when we think we have reached the point of escape from captivity, the new found freedom is anything but what we imagined and hoped for!Despite a "New Reality", the tale ends with positive affirmations of humanity even under dire circumstances. There is the underlying moral dilemma:  Can an evil deed be forgiven because it inadvertently brought about some good - and ended up being a protective mechanism of sort?Islam Morley is a gifted storyteller who takes our fears and infuses them with humanity and hopeful plans for tomorrow.Liked the book and recommend it.
  


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