So the main character, Lena, has met (surprise!) a boy named Alex. You can tell tell where this is going--they are flirting and dancing, but Lena thinks it's fine because Alex has already been "cured." She thinks.
He finally tells her he is not cured; in fact, he is an Invalid from the Wilds--where people who can not be cured or refuse to be cured are. All of this I expected. Here's what I didn't expect: Lena freaks out. I thought she would instantly fall into his arms and they would be in love and some major drama would occur when it's time for her to go in to be cured. But no. She freaks out. She is as afraid of catching "love" as I would be of catching the plague. And she runs from it just like I would run from the plague.
I expect that she'll end up falling for him in the end (there is a second book, after all), but I find it interesting that when you are taught to believe in something--whether it's good or bad is in the eye of the beholder--you really, really, believe in it. And that's scary because who is to say who is right? Or wrong?
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