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Toys & Games TV, Movie & Character Toys Outdoor Toys & Structures Puzzles Classic Toys Building Toys. More Categories. Shop by Price. Make Offer Under. Uglies Summary. Three hundred years in the future, the government has mandated that when a person reaches the age of 16, they must undergo surgery to. Read Uglies (Uglies #1) online free from your iPhone, iPad, android, Pc, Mobile. Uglies is a Science Fiction novel by Scott Westerfeld. Series: Uglies #1.
Though set in earth's distance future, this novel addresses many themes and issues teens face in contemporary society. In addition, books like Uglies in the dystopian or post-apocalyptic genre bring up moral questions regarding new technologies the compel us to reflect on the concept of right and wrong in our own rapidly advancing world.
The science fiction genre in general is becoming increasingly relevant as the ideas it inspires seem less and less far-fetched in contemporary society. Finally, the book's overall appeal, readability, and appropriateness endear it to adolescent audiences while at the same time generating a platform for the acquisition of important skills and knowledge demanded of secondary English classrooms.
Uglies is the story of Tally Youngblood, a teen girl anxiously awaiting her sixteenth birthday: Then Tally learns Shay's secret: Shay tries to convince Tally that, instead of turning pretty, they should both run away to the Smoke where "we don't have to look like everyone else, and act like everyone else. We've got a choice. We can grow up any way we want" Though the notion of the Smoke entices Tally, the call to be "pretty" like her other friends is stronger. She swears she will keep Shay's secret, but refuses to go along.
When Shay suddenly disappears from town, Tally finds herself being questioned by authorities. They ultimately give her a choice: Tally doesn't want to betray Shay, but the alternative is too much to bear.
Tally sets off on a journey in search of her friend, armed with a few items, including a coded note Shay left behind hinting at the location of the Smoke. Tally soon encounters new landscapes, new friends, close calls, secrets, and even love. Finally reaching the Smoke, Tally learns startling things about her hometown and the "pretty" operation that compel her to question her values and think critically about her identity.
Is being "pretty" worth forfeiting individuality and freedom? Deciding at last that the answer is "no," and that she wants to remain in the Smoke, Tally makes a fatal mistake that leads the authorities back in her hometown to her location.
After a vicious raid, the destruction of the Smoke, and capture, Tally finds herself on a rescue mission to save her friends and bet on freedom. Janna Charles Adolescent Literature Rationale Paper May 5, Set in a dystopian landscape at some point in earth's distant future, this book compels readers to explore complex concepts like identity, conformity, choice, growing up, betrayal, sacrifice, truth, perceptions of beauty, social values, peer pressure, etc. Adolescent readers will follow Tally as she navigates her own coming of age and confronts difficult choices i.
Is fitting in with the mainstream worth betraying someone you love? These questions compel teens to confront themes in their own lives: What things might we give up in order to fit in? How does our society define beauty? What values do we see in the world around us? I'll be 60 and still reading teen fictions.
View all 7 comments. I loved this book for what it is: WrensReads Goodreads Twitter Instagram Aug 05, Aj the Ravenous Reader rated it it was ok Shelves: I've been actually saving this trilogy for a special reading occasion because I am really into dystopians and discovering this series was written even before the Hunger Games, I expected that I will be more than impressed.
Sad to say, the book did not meet my expectation. Sure, the concept is cute- every one at the age of 16 gets operated on to become pretty while every body else is consi Seeing this book always popping up every time I searched for best YA novels, I knew I just HAD to read this. Sure, the concept is cute- every one at the age of 16 gets operated on to become pretty while every body else is considered ugly, that's something to look forward to.
Unfortunately, the plotting of the story is too linear with the introduction taking up most of content. My, I've already read pages and I still felt like I was still reading unnecessary backgrounds and introductions.
The slight bumps of the story only take place when it's almost finished and I'm sure any dystopian novel written that way cannot be properly appreciated.
For me, any dystopian novel should start and end with an explosion- something captivating that will hook the readers up from beginning till finale.
I'm afraid that even if I want to know what happens to Tally and David in the story, I think I'm going to just have to rely on online summaries of the succeeding books because I wouldn't want to go through another agony of reading so many pages mostly wasted on unnecessary details.
I think the hoverboards are cool. Feb 10, Fabian rated it it was ok. Things become quite one-sided or one-dimensional in this YA dystopian yarn that imagines stuff in a Why can't pretty people also be good thanks for corrupting my brain, Disney! And it really doesn't quite pick up til the third act page or about. And it doesn't stand on its own, but requires for the rest to follow to be read I'd rather go My exploration unto this terrain seems to be at its ultimate, most dissatisfied conclusion May 11, Thomas rated it it was amazing Recommended to Thomas by: Read it in ; read it again in school.
This is a futuristic novel, and when you turn sixteen you get an operation to make you "pretty". What being pretty means is that you have all your bones taken and ground, your skin re-sized and your whole entire body is basically re-done. Like a huge surgery.
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The thing is, during her wait to turn sixteen Tally was the youngest in her group of friends she meets a girl named Shay, who doesn't want to get the op "Uglies" is about Tally Youngblood, who is about to turn sixteen, much to her liking.
The thing is, during her wait to turn sixteen Tally was the youngest in her group of friends she meets a girl named Shay, who doesn't want to get the operation. This doesn't make sense to Tally, because ever since she was little she has been told that she was ugly and she herself has accepted it. Shay leaves in the end to go to the Smoke, a place where runaway Uglies stay, and here's the initiating event in the book.
Although Tally doesn't go with Shay, the city's Specials, who are like the police offers that keep thing in check, tell Tally that unless she brings Shay back to the city, then she won't get the operation. I read this book last year and wanted to review it earlier, but was afraid I wouldn't remember everything and not get it done right. What a good thing that I got to read it in school. This was definitely one of the better books that school has provided me with, and reading it the second time was just as great as reading it the first time.
Scott Westerfeld describes everything so vividly without going overboard, and the entire theme and message of the book really connected with me, especially in the society we live in today. You must read this book! View all 19 comments. Aug 30, Ryan rated it liked it. I go a little crazy if I read more than one Margaret Atwood novel a year.
I hope I'm not alone in this. I get the feeling that Atwood's sharp, but her writing is filed to a finer edge. I realized a while ago that one book per year was enough. I have a similar reaction to Stephen King, though I'm not sure why.
I really loved The Stand , but when it was over I knew that I wasn't going to read another of his works for a while. Over time, I've come to realize and accept that I really like reading them, and there's no contradiction in needing to read other authors in between.
I am going through a similar process with young adult novels. I've read quite a few lately. Additionally, I feel like I shouldn't like young adult literature anyway. For one thing, I'm too old. Undeniably, I often find the characters annoying. And everything is clearly explained to the reader. See a Problem? I just like a lot of these young adult novels. Right now, young adult writers are very free to do what they want. I worry sometimes that too many authors stress over being derivative or unoriginal.
Most of the best stories are stolen, and many great writers seem to excel at making people forget the source text. With young adult writers, they don't seem to be setting out to top their template stories. Instead, everything is an homage, an introduction, or a gateway for children to learn about those older templates. Since it's all for a good cause, it's not necessary to pretend like no one else wrote the story before. Or maybe the sorts of stories that I like to read are not marketing as well with mainstream writers.
In The Uglies , Scott Westerfield has fun introducing dystopian themes, weighing in on conformity and control. In the future, everything is provided for. Life is broken up into the following stages: Thanks to a new surgical procedure, everyone gets to give up their ugly features when they turn The result is a paradise, so everyone has to become pretty.
Although it means they'll always be ugly, some people choose to walk away from Omelas Unfortunately, the breakthrough surgical procedure reminded me too strongly of Unwind and the love triangle reminded me too much of Mockingjay. Westerfield resists the urge to use a first-person voice, and that was refreshing. I've recently read quite a few dystopian young adult novels so I didn't enjoy The Uglies as much as I would have if I'd read it in It's my own fault, really. Still, I've learned something about myself, which is good.
But I'm going to wait a couple months first. He doesn't write young adult fiction, but I can't think of any writers that give their readers as much credit as Wolfe does. Feb 11, Tan Markovic rated it really liked it. Reviews can be found at: Tally has grown up in a society where you are made to believe that you're ugly.
As soon as you turn 16, however, you're given the rights to an operation to turn you from an 'ugly' to a 'pretty' and Tally cannot wait for this day. Things take a slight turn when Tally's friend Shay Reviews can be found at: Things take a slight turn when Tally's friend Shay doesn't want to become pretty and runs away to The Smoke.
Suddenly very aware of how blind she was, Tally felt a drop of cold sweat creep down her spine. She decided again that this was all a joke. He lives pretty far away. But he might be close by. He comes here sometimes. Tally wrapped herself in her jacket.
Standing still, she began to realize how cold it had become. She wondered how late it was. The almost full moon was descending in the sky, so it had to be past midnight, Tally remembered from astronomy. That was one thing about being outside the city: It made all that nature stuff they taught in school seem a lot more useful. She remembered now how rainwater fell on the mountains, and soaked into the ground before bubbling up full of minerals.
Then it made its way back to the sea, cutting rivers and canyons into the earth over the centuries. If you lived out here, you could ride your hoverboard along the rivers, like in the really old days before the Rusties, when the not-as-crazy pre-Rusties traveled around in small boats made from trees.
Her night vision gradually returned, and she scanned the horizon. Tally hoped not. Shay turned back to the horizon, chewing on a fingernail. We can go, if you want. It was all really incredible.
But I think one more cool thing would kill me. But remember not to tell anyone about David. You can trust me, Shay. I do trust you, Tally. Tally took one last look around, taking in the ruins splayed out below them, the dark woods, the pearly strip of river stretching toward the glowing sea.
She wondered if there was anyone out there, really, or if David was just some story that uglies made up to scare one another. She seemed genuinely disappointed that no one had answered her signal, as if meeting David would have been even better than showing off the rapids, the ruins, and the roller coaster.
Whether he was real or not, Tally thought, David was very real to Shay. They left through the gap in the wall and flew to the outskirts of the ruins, then followed the vein of iron up out of the valley. At the ridge, the boards started to stutter, and they stepped off. The hoverboard had become something more solid, something that obeyed its own rules, and that could be dangerous, too.
Tally figured that Shay was right about one thing: Being in the city all the time made everything fake, in a way. Like the buildings and bridges held up by hoverstruts, or jumping off a rooftop with a bungee jacket on, nothing was quite real there.
She was glad Shay had taken her out to the ruins. Close to the river the boards lightened up, and the two of them jumped on gratefully. Shay groaned as they got their footing. Tally turned to take one last look back. With the clouds gone, she could just see the ruins from here.
She blinked. There seemed to be the barest flicker coming from over where the roller coaster had been. Maybe it was just a trick of the light, a reflection of moonlight from some exposed piece of unrusted metal.
In any case, they were too far away. Mentioning it to Shay would only make her anxious to go back. There was no way Tally was making the hike again. And it probably was nothing. Race you! What dorks. She remembered how intimidating the building had seemed. Now the dorm seemed so small and claustrophobic. Painfully childish, with its bright colors and padded stairs.
So boring during the day and easy to escape at night. The new uglies all stuck together in a tight group, afraid to stray too far from their guide.
Shay pulled her head back in through the window. It was almost time for a new batch to take their place. Tally watched the last few uglies make their way inside, gawky and nervous, unkempt and uncoordinated.
Twelve was definitely the turning point, when you changed from a cute littlie into an oversize, under-educated ugly. It was a stage of life she was glad to be leaving behind. She pointed at the collar of the bungee jacket. You fall, it catches you. No tricks necessary. Shay pulled an oversize basketball jersey over the bungee jacket. It suits you. She hated being called Stick Insect, or Pig-Eyes, or any of the other things uglies called one another. It was crazy talk, of course.
Shay and Tally lay on their stomachs on the top floor of the stacks, where the dusty old paper books were stored, peering through the guardrails down at the group.
They waited for the tour leader to quiet the chattering uglies. What are they going to do if we get caught?
Over the summer, as the last few seniors turned sixteen and pretty, the tricks had grown worse and worse. She was anxious to leave it all behind, but not without a big finish. Thinking of Peris, Tally stuck on a big plastic nose. Then she giggled at the nasal twang the fake nose gave her voice. I checked it out first. Well, readthis!
She snatched it away and swung back, catching Shay solidly on her upraised forearms. Shay rolled back at the impact, spinning over the railing. The new uglies screamed in unison, scattering away from the flailing body plummeting toward them. A second later the bungee jacket activated, and Shay bobbed back up in midair, laughing maniacally at the top of her lungs.
Tally dropped the book and dashed for the stairs, leaping a flight at a time until she reached the back exit of the dorm. It does catch your attention. She wiped off an eyebrow, then looked up sharply. We will be for two more weeks. Swimming was a great trick. It hid your body-heat signature, involved changing clothes, and was a perfect excuse for not wearing your interface ring.
The river washed away all crimes. A minute later they splashed out into the water, sinking the disguises. The bungee jacket would go back to the art school basement that night. I like your eyes, too.
You justknow it. They look…wonderful. They look like themselves. David again.
But so is being ugly. Your parents, your teachers, everyone over sixteen. You just got programmed into thinking anything else is ugly. In the old days it was all random—some peoplekind of pretty, most people ugly all their lives. No losers. They were allowed in public, but most of them preferred to hide.
Uglies might look goofy, but at least they were young. Old uglies were really unbelievable. Are you worried about the operation not working? This again. The last thing I want is to become some empty-headed new pretty, having one big party all day. They do all the same stuff we do: Breaking the rules is fun! Well, I want to be happy, and looking like a real person is the first step. Tally floated in silence, looking up at the sky, barely able to see the clouds through her anger.
She wanted to be pretty, wanted to see Peris again. She was sick of this whole ugly business, and just wanted it to end. A minute later, she heard Shay swimming for shore. But now that the operation was only a week away, time seemed to be moving too fast. Sometimes, Tally wished that they could do the operation gradually. Get her squinty eyes fixed first, then her lips, and cross the river in stages. All the other uglies looked at her enviously, but no one saw much point in making friends.
Probably it was better to get the operation over with all at once. Half the time, she wished the doctors would just kidnap her in the middle of the night and do it. She could imagine a lot worse things than waking up pretty one morning. They said at school that they could make the operation work on fifteen-year-olds now.
Waiting until sixteen was just a stupid old tradition. But it was a tradition nobody questioned, except the occasional ugly. So Tally had a week to go, alone, waiting. Tally had tried to write a ping, but working it all out on-screen just made her angry again. And even if Shay still hated her, there was always Peris and all their old friends, waiting across the river for her with their big eyes and wonderful smiles.
Still, Tally spent a lot of time wondering what Shay was going to look like pretty, her skin-and-bones body all filled out, her already full lips perfected, and the ragged fingernails gone forever. Or maybe one of the newer colors—violet, silver, or gold.
She peered into the darkness and saw a form scuttling toward her across the roof tiles. A smile broke onto her face. Come in, stupid! You made me think. It sucked. It looked bright and tempting, as if all the hesitation had drained out of her. The open window was exciting again. Do some major trick. She was wearing serious trick-wear: She grinned. Her footsteps squeaked, and Tally smiled when she saw that Shay was wearing grippy shoes.
Flying alone was all the hard work and only half the fun. Shay dumped the contents of the knapsack out onto the bed, and pointed. Water purifier. Water purifier? Are we going all the way to the sea or something? You just drop one of these into the purifier and add water. Any kind of water. She stared out the window, at New Pretty Town, where the fireworks were starting. And you can leave whenever you want, go anywhere you want.
Ruins, the forest, the sea. And…you never have to get the operation. Tally opened her eyes. We can grow up any way we want. She felt like speech was impossible, but knew she had to say something. She forced words from her dry throat. All the times you talked that way, I thought you were just being stupid. Peris always said the same stuff. But when you said I was afraid of growing up, you really made me think. Not all of them wound up pretty. Like I want us to. But the intense look on her face held firm.
She was dead serious. We had it all planned, about a week before the first of us turned sixteen. It was all set up. That was four months ago. A couple of the others stayed and turned pretty instead. I probably would have too, except I met you. After you said I was afraid to grow up, I realized you were right. Then she shook her head. How come you nevertold me any of this before?
But not that way. And how do you get there, walk? Hoverboards, like always. David does it all the time, as far as the ruins. Like the Rusties?
Burning trees for heat and burying their junk everywhere? Tally watched the fireworks, feeling a thousand times worse than she had before Shay had appeared at the window. Finally, Shay said the words Tally had been thinking. I want those perfect eyes and lips, and for everyone to look at me and gasp.
Rabbits, I think, and deer. Thanks for the image, Shay. Not what some surgical committee thinks I should. That you can beat evolution by being smart or interesting? Tally guessed that winters at the Smoke were cold and miserable.
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You know, if you ever want to follow me. She managed to nod. She jumped onto her board and snapped her fingers, securing her knapsack over both shoulders. Tally tried to imagine her growing old, wrinkled, gradually ruined, all without ever having been truly beautiful. Never learning how to dress properly, or how to act at a formal dance.
Never having anyone look into her eyes and be simply overwhelmed. Pretty, I mean. Operation When the day came, Tally waited for the car alone.
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Tomorrow, when the operation was all over, her parents would be waiting outside the hospital, along with Peris and her other older friends. That was the tradition. But it seemed strange that there was no one to see her off on this end. No one said good-bye except a few uglies passing by. They looked so young to her now, especially the just-arrived new class, who gawked at her like she was an old pile of dinosaur bones.
September was a crappy month to be born. It was a new ugly, awkwardly exploding into unfamiliar height, tugging at his dorm uniform like it was already too tight. What could this half-littlie, half-ugly understand, anyway?
She thought about what Shay had said about the operation. Should she tell this new ugly that sometime this afternoon, her body was going to be opened up, the bones ground down to the right shape, some of them stretched or padded, her nose cartilage and cheekbones stripped out and replaced with programmable plastic, skin sanded off and reseeded like a soccer field in spring? That her eyes would be laser-cut for a lifetime of perfect vision, reflective implants inserted under the iris to add sparkling gold flecks to their indifferent brown?
Her muscles all trimmed up with a night of electrocize and all her baby fat sucked out for good? As the details of the operation buzzed around in her head, she could imagine why Shay had run away. It did seem like a lot to go through just to look a certain way.
If only people were smarter, evolved enough to treat everyone the same even if they looked different. Looked ugly. If only Tally had come up with the right argument to make her stay. The imaginary conversations were back, but much worse than they had been after Peris had left. All those times out in the ruins, Shay had made her points about uglies and pretties, the city and the outside, what was fake and what was real.
But Tally had never once realized her friend might actually run away, giving up a life of beauty, glamour, elegance. Any thing. Tally looked the new ugly in the eye. Two weeks of killer sunburn is worth a lifetime of being gorgeous. The driver was a middle pretty, radiating confidence and authority.
Something about the middle pretty made it hard to be flippant. He was wisdom personified, his manner so serious and formal that Tally found herself wishing she had dressed up. Not taking much.
Everyone knew that new pretties wound up recycling most of the stuff they brought over the river, anyway.
The big hospital was on the bottom end of New Pretty Town. It was where everyone went for serious operations: The river was sparkling under a cloudless sky, and Tally allowed herself to be swept away by the beauty of New Pretty Town. It was so much more vibrant than the Rusty Ruins, Tally suddenly saw. Not as dark and mysterious, perhaps, but more alive. It was time to stop sulking about Shay. Life was going to be one big party from now on, full of beautiful people.
Like Tally Youngblood. She looked up into his clear, soft eyes, wanting him to stay. No one else was in the waiting room. Tally settled back and counted the tiles on the ceiling. It was too late for second thoughts now.
Tally wished there was a window to look out onto New Pretty Town. She was so close now. She imagined tomorrow night, her first night pretty, dressed in new and wonderful clothes her dorm uniforms all shoved down the recycler , looking out from the top of the highest party tower she could find.
She would watch as lights-out fell across the river, bedtime for Uglyville, and know that she still had all night with Peris and her new friends, all the beautiful people she would meet.
She sighed. Sixteen years. Nothing happened for a long hour. Tally drummed her fingers, wondering if they always kept uglies waiting this long.
Then the man came. He looked strange, unlike any pretty Tally had ever seen. He was definitely of middle age, but whoever had done his operation had botched it. He was beautiful, without a doubt, but it was a terrible beauty. Instead of wise and confident, the man looked cold, commanding, intimidating, like some regal animal of prey.
When he walked up, Tally started to ask what was going on, but a glance from him silenced her. She had never met an adult who affected her this way.
She always felt respect when face-to-face with a middle or late pretty. But in the presence of this cruelly beautiful man, respect was saturated with fear. Come with me. Special Circumstances This hovercar was larger, but not as comfortable. The strange-looking man flew with an aggressive impatience, dropping like a rock to cut between flight lanes, banking as steeply as a hoverboard with every turn.
Tally had never been airsick before, but now she clutched the seat restraints, her knuckles white and eyes fixed on the solid ground below. She caught one last glimpse of New Pretty Town receding behind them. They headed downriver, across Uglyville, over the greenbelt and farther out to the transport ring, where the factories stuck their heads aboveground. Beside a huge, misshapen hill, the car descended into a complex of rectangular buildings, as squat as ugly dorms and painted the color of dried grass.
They landed with a painful bump, and the man led her into one of the buildings, and down into a murk of yellow-brown hallways. Tally had never seen so much space painted in such putrid colors, as if the building were designed to make its occupants vaguely nauseated.
There were more people like the man. They were all dressed in formals, raw silks in black and gray, and their faces had the same cold, hawkish look. There were a few normal people as well, but they faded into insignificance next to the predatory forms moving gracefully through the halls.
Tally wondered if this was someplace where people were taken when their operations went wrong, when beauty turned cruel. Then why was she here? What if these terrible pretties had been made this way intentionally? When they had measured her yesterday, had they determined that she would never fit the vulnerable, doe-eyed pretty mold? The man stopped outside a metal door, and Tally halted behind him. She felt like a littlie again, jerked along by a minder on an invisible string.
Four years of tricks and independence gone. The door flashed his eye and opened, and he pointed for her to go in. Tally smiled, silently declaring a small victory that she had made him speak again, but she did as she was told. Cable smiled. Her nose was aquiline, her teeth sharp, her eyes a nonreflective gray. Her voice had the same slow, neutral cadence as a bedtime book.
But it hardly made Tally sleepy. An edge was hidden in the voice, like a piece of metal slowly marking glass. Cable will do. Someone missing.
Only her top teeth showed when she did.
Cable asked her a lot of questions. Just this summer. We were in different dorms. They were all older than her. How much did this woman know about her? Like Peris and me. Cable would know if she did, Tally was sure. She was in enough trouble already. We just hung out. Because…it hurt being alone. We were just into playing tricks.
How do you mean? A lot of people do. Cable sat back. She folded her hands and nodded. It feeds you, educates you, keeps you safe. It makes you pretty. It gives youngsters room to play tricks, to develop their creativity and independence. But occasionally bad things come fromoutside the city. Sometimes there are threats from the environment that must be faced. Cable nodded. And sometimes those few people who live outside the cities can make trouble.
Outside the cities? Shay had been telling the truth—places like the Smoke really existed. Did you ever meet anyone in the ruins? Someone not from this city? Not from any city? I never did. Cable frowned, her eyes darting downward for a second, checking something. When they returned to Tally, they had grown even colder. Tally smiled again, certain now that Dr.
Cable knew when she was telling the truth. The room must be reading her heartbeat, her sweat, her pupil dilation. None of them has ever been found. Another two who were meant to join them chose not to throw their lives away, however, and we discovered a little about what had happened to the others.
They were tempted by someone from outside, someone who wanted to steal our cleverest little uglies. We realized that this was a special circumstance. Had Shay really beenstolen? What did Shay or any ugly really know about the Smoke? Cable continued.
You taught her well. Cable said. Tally turned away from the vulpine eyes, shut out the razor-blade voice. This wasnot her fault. She had decided to stay here in the city, after all. She wanted to become pretty.
But failed. Find them all. What if they were lied to? Tally looked up at Dr. Cable bared her teeth. The woman became nothing but a monster, vengeful and inhuman.
Until you do help us, to the very best of your ability, you will never be pretty. Cable turned away. Ugly for Life They must have forewarned the minders about her return.Peris shrugged. Sure, the concept is cute- every one at the age of 16 gets operated on to become pretty while every body else is consi Seeing this book always popping up every time I searched for best YA novels, I knew I just HAD to read this.
They waited for the tour leader to quiet the chattering uglies. The door flashed his eye and opened, and he pointed for her to go in. Shay and Tally lay on their stomachs on the top floor of the stacks, where the dusty old paper books were stored, peering through the guardrails down at the group.
Then Tally learns Shay's secret: Uglies Uglies, 1 by Scott Westerfeld The process is reversible theoretically and all of these various storylines lead to one massive cliffhanger that had me curious to see where things go next. She was staring up at it with a puzzled expression on her face. Maybe a few pretties were actually getting their beauty sleep.
But our hero Tally manages to escape with another Smoke and the two devise a plan to save the others.