The Final Six

By Alexandra Monir

Set in the near future, this action-packed YA novel—already optioned by Sony Pictures—will take readers out of this world and on a quest to become one of six teens sent on a mission to Jupiter’s moon. This is the next must-read for fans of Illuminae and The Martian.

When Leo and Naomi are drafted, along with twenty-two of the world’s brightest teenagers, into the International Space Training Camp, their lives are forever changed. Overnight, they become global celebrities in contention for one of the six slots to travel to Europa—Jupiter’s moon—and establish a new colony, leaving their planet forever. With Earth irreparably damaged, the future of the human race rests on their shoulders.

For Leo, an Italian championship swimmer, this kind of purpose is a reason to go on after losing his family. But Naomi, an Iranian-American science genius, is suspicious of the ISTC and the fact that a similar mission failed under mysterious circumstances, killing the astronauts onboard. She fears something equally sinister awaiting the Final Six beneath Europa’s surface.

In this cutthroat atmosphere, surrounded by strangers from around the world, Naomi finds an unexpected friend in Leo. As the training tests their limits, Naomi and Leo’s relationship deepens with each life-altering experience they encounter.

But it’s only when the finalists become fewer and their destinies grow nearer that the two can fathom the full weight of everything at stake: the world, the stars, and their lives.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Open Road Integrated Media
• Release date: Mar 6, 2018
• ISBN: 9780062658968

Alexandra Monir

Alexandra Monir is an Iranian-American author and recording artist. She is the author of the hit novel The Final Six as well as four other published young adult novels, including the bestselling time-travel romance Timeless. She currently resides in Los Angeles, California. To learn more about Alexandra, visit her online at www.alexandramonir.com.  

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One

LEO

Rome, Italy

A FUNNY THING HAPPENS WHEN YOU HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO live for. Your existence loses all its sharp edges. There are no more steep drops, no hills to climb. Colors blur and muddle together until your surroundings are a bunch of meaningless shapes and figures painted in the same shade of gray. There’s nothing that could possibly surprise you or resurrect those old sensations of joy or fear. No human could be as unfeeling, as numb, as you are. And then, just when you’re getting lulled into the monotonous routine, something snaps. No more.

I hope I won’t be judged harshly for what I’m about to do. The truth is, I’m not sure I ever had a choice. This day has been beckoning me for a year—ever since the water rose up and swallowed our city. I’m supposed to be one of the lucky ones because I survived, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. There’s nothing lucky about hearing the screams of the dead every time you close your eyes, or waking up each morning alone, forced to remember all over again. The horror never loosens its grip. It follows everywhere you move, breathing down your neck, whispering in your ear.

I glance up at the clock, the numbers blinking 4:35 a.m. It’s time to make my exit, before the neighbors wake up and spot me. But first, I let myself take one last look at home—or what remains of it.

The fourth floor of our pensione, once known as the Michelangelo Suite, is all that survived the flood. The high tide and storm swells pulled the first three floors under that day, sentencing everyone in those rooms to the worst kind of death. I should have gone down with them—I would have, if it hadn’t been for the couple in the Michelangelo Suite requesting room service, sending me to the top floor with a breakfast tray at the moment the waves crashed through the windows below. You could say those hungry guests and this room saved me, but why? Why should I have survived with a couple of strangers when my family was drowning?

My eyes linger on the remnants of them that I salvaged from the sea floor. Papà’s threadbare slippers sit on the ottoman beside Mamma’s Elena Ferrante novel, the corner of page 152 turned down to mark her place. The ink is smeared, the words running together like tears, yet I can still see that the page ends in an incomplete sentence. One more thing Mamma never got to finish.

Angelica beams at me from her last school photo, and I pick up the cracked silver frame from its shelf. I study my little sister’s bright eyes and dimpled smile one last time, memorizing her features. And then I take a breath and pull back the heavy sheet metal that covers the door, protecting against the tide.

This room once opened into a bright hallway lined with paintings, surrounding a stone staircase—but that was before La Grande Inondazione, the greatest flood Rome has ever known. Now the Tyrrhenian Sea laps at my doorstep, and when I venture outside, only a small wooden ledge separates me from the water.

In this new Rome, the only place to go is up. Each surviving structure has a ledge or makeshift dock like mine that connects to the passerelle: raised walkways far above the ground that lead us like a map to the places we need most. The upper stories of the basilica, hospital, and city hall; the Wi-Fi café; and even the public school’s remaining classrooms are all accessible from here. Of course, most of us stopped going to school after the flood. The Wi-Fi café is the most common gathering place for the survivors and where I’d ordinarily be heading myself in a few hours, to watch the news with my neighbors and listen to accounts of similar catastrophes wreaking havoc in other parts of the world. It’s our daily reminder that the Earth doesn’t hate us alone.

We’ve all seen the jarring photos of New York’s Times Square, its bright thoroughfares transformed into a deep river marked by the roofs of sagging Broadway theaters. We’ve followed the never-ending media reports about the curious case of our disappearing beaches, from America to Australia and beyond. The sea change is coming for everyone, rich and poor alike.

For those of us who want to travel across the Tyrrhenian, each of our docks houses a small wooden motorboat. It sounds like an easy out, right? Just hop in your boat and steer north toward Tuscany, leaving this sinking city behind. . . . Only it’s not so simple. The rising tides and rough waves make the hours-long trip a risky one, and those who do arrive in the Tuscany region find it an overcrowded mess. It’s not exactly an easy glide from there to the train station or airport, either. There’s a months-long waiting list to escape, and only those flush with euros can afford it. Even if you do manage to get out, who’s to say your new city or country of refuge won’t be the next one hit by the climate’s destructive sweep?

I wasn’t always a quitter. In the first months following the flood, I was like any other survivor, scrambling to stay alive. Some of my neighbors had a safety net—relatives from dry regions who could take them in, or bank accounts filled with savings to help them rebuild. Not me. There was nothing to do but wait for the EU Disaster Relief funds to trickle their way toward me, if they came at all. So I found my own way.

I knew there were treasures at the bottom of the sea, mementos my neighbors would pay a mint for, but none of them would venture into the water where so many of us drowned. Only I was hungry enough, desperate enough—and could survive the deep dives. I’d done it before without any breathing equipment, back in my competitive swimming days, only then I was just showing off for my teammates. Now, my skill could actually keep me alive. So I became a scavenger.

My first week, I unearthed Raphael’s Madonna of Foligno from the wreckage of the Vatican. It was so water-damaged that you could barely make out the Virgin Mary and child in the foreground, but I knew someone would see its value. I was right. The painting paid for a month of my meals. And in my second week I found a purse of commemorative coins from 2004, their emblem featuring the centenary of Puccini’s Madama Butterfly. They were worth only five euros each, but being collector’s items, I was able to fetch double. I kept going, scavenging and selling as each day bled into the next—until I found the true riches, curled up together in a bed of algae.

Papà’s slippers, Mamma’s book, and Angelica’s photograph were all right there, waiting for me. It had to be more than a coincidence that these three small relics managed to stay entwined. It was a sign. And in that moment, with my sister’s face staring up at me, I realized just what I’d been doing: ransacking and profiting from the dead. The guilt replaced the hunger in my stomach, and I promised myself I would never do it again.

Since then, all I’ve wanted to do is join them.

I strap my heavy backpack over my shoulders and open the door, stepping out onto the ledge of the pensione. The cold water rushes at my feet, the dark sky closing in around me. And then I jump.

The murky water rises to my neck. I could just let myself go, right here . . . but I can’t do it in front of my home. Instead I begin to swim, persisting against the weight of my backpack as I head for the deeper center, where the half-sunken Colosseum rests in the middle of the waves. The words of a Lord Byron poem I learned in school echo in my mind as I swim, making my way closer and closer to the ruins.

While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand;

When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;

And when Rome falls—the World.

I grasp one of the arches of the Colosseum and rest my forehead against the stone in a silent good-bye. And then I let go—slipping my head underwater, relaxing my body like a limp rag. I let myself fall.

The disgusting taste of seawater fills my mouth, threatening to choke me if I don’t drown first. I can hear the waves crashing overhead, feel the tide beginning to perform its job, pulling me down, down, down.

My adrenaline briefly spikes, and I could swear I hear Angelica’s voice snapping in my ear: "Swim, you idiot! Swim!" But I squeeze my eyes shut, ignoring every physical instinct that begs me to move, letting the water snatch me instead.

If you saw me now, you wouldn’t believe the swimmer and athlete I used to be. The truth is, I could propel myself up to the surface in a matter of seconds if I wanted to. But that’s the problem. I don’t want to.

My thoughts are bleeding together now, playing a strange, jumbled movie just for me. Sleep is coming; I can feel it. And then—

An engine roars. Ripples form in the water overhead.

I know that sound. It’s a—a boat.

I should just keep my eyes closed and let the fog of my drowsiness pull me further toward the brink. But my mind is still half-awake, warning me that the presence of a boat means something is amiss. No vehicles are allowed to cross the water outside of daylight hours, one of the many new rules enforced since La Grande Inondazione. Of course, the coast guard always has the option of sidestepping this rule—if they spot someone in danger.

And just like that, the haze before my eyes disappears. Consciousness returns, the death wish replaced by something else—shame. I know I can’t let this innocent coast guard jump into the deep sea and do battle with the tide just to save me. That can’t be my final act.

I spit the water out of my mouth and hold my breath, wriggling free of the backpack and pushing my body up, up. My limp arms and legs are swinging back to life as I finally listen to my kid sister. Swim.

My head hits the surface. Air—sweet, beautiful air—fills my lungs, and I gasp, clinging to it.

The hum of the motor comes closer, and I rise up, waving my arms.

I’m here! I try to shout, though my voice has gone ragged and barely makes a sound. Don’t jump!

But as the boat glides into view, my mouth falls open. It’s not a coast guard boat. It’s a sleek catamaran, with painted blue lettering on the side revealing a familiar logo: European Space Agency.

What is ESA doing here, of all places? Why now?

A man and woman stand at the bow of the vessel, wearing matching expressions of fierce concentration as they scan the surroundings. The woman is dressed in the dark blue uniform of the Italian military, the man in a business suit with an ESA shirt beneath the blazer. Thankfully, neither of them seems to notice me.

I didn’t think anything could surprise me anymore, but it turns out I was wrong. Instead of sinking to the bottom of the sea, I am now swimming in the boat’s wake. Whatever ESA is doing here in our wreckage of a city, it must be something big—and I don’t want to miss it.

I keep pace with the boat, my breaststroke getting me through the last stretch of choppy water until we reach the makeshift docks. I can see my dilapidated home now, the Pensione Danieli sign still hanging hopefully from the roof. And then, as the first rays of morning light filter through the sky, the boat turns toward Palazzo Senatorio, our city hall. Waiting on the front stoop that juts above the water is Prime Minister Vincenti with his wife, Francesca, and their daughter, Elena—my sister’s best friend.

I duck back underwater, holding my breath as the boat docks. I can’t let any of them see me. Lord knows how I would answer their questions.

After what feels like an eternity, I splash back up to the surface. The prime minister and his wife have disappeared inside, along with the two from ESA—but Elena is still there, angling a camera in front of the space agency boat. As I lift my head above the water, a flash of light sparks before my eyes. I blink rapidly, watching as Elena does a double take. Shit. I’ve been caught in the photo.

Leo? She rushes to the dock’s edge. "What are you doing?"

I could make up a story—I could tell her I just felt like taking a crack-of-dawn swim. But no one would believe it in these treacherous waters, and I’ve never been a good liar anyway. My shame, the step I came this close to taking, will be written all over my face.

"Ciao, Elena, I call back, trying to make my voice as normal as possible. It’s . . . a long story. Nothing important."

She gives me a sideways look, and I know there’s no getting away from her now. I might as well have this inevitable conversation on dry ground.

I swim forward, closing the distance between us, and then grip the bottom of the wooden dock, mustering my strength to pull myself up and over the edge. I land on shaky legs, my soaking clothes forming a puddle around me. Elena raises an eyebrow.

At least you remembered to take off your shoes before you jumped in. Why not drop the clothes, too? Two pink spots appear in her cheeks. That came out wrong, I meant—um, let me get you something to dry off with. Wait here.

Thanks. I avoid her eyes but not out of embarrassment. I can’t look at Elena without seeing the empty space where my sister should be. And now I wish I’d never followed that stupid boat, that I’d never ended up here.

Suddenly, a thunder of footsteps descends on the elevated walkway, accompanied by raised voices. I crane my neck to look. My neighbors are awake far earlier than they should be—and they’re heading straight for the top-floor entrance to Palazzo Senatorio.

This day just keeps getting stranger.

Elena returns with a large overcoat, and I drape it over my drenched clothes. I can hear the beginnings of a question forming on her lips, but I interrupt her.

What’s going on? Who were those people in the ESA boat, and what are they doing in Rome?

Elena stares at me. Do you really not know?

Apparently not.

It’s the calling of the draft. The Twenty-Four are being announced today!

The Twenty-Four? I repeat. The words are familiar, like a long-forgotten taste on my tongue. My mind rushes back in time, before the sinking of Rome, before I lost everything. And then—

Europa.

Elena nods, a slight smile lighting her features.

The memories feel like snippets from another life. I can remember sitting around the TV with Angelica and our parents, the four of us glued to the live United Nations press conference, where world leaders declared a state of war between humanity and our environment. I remember the government official showing up at our door with the Europa Mission & Draft pamphlets, outlining a plan to deploy young astronauts to build a new home on Jupiter’s most promising moon, Europa. Then came the strangers, infiltrating our school the following week—scouts, they were called—who studied us in their search for the perfect teenage candidates for the Europa Draft. Because, as the scientists said on TV, Only the young can tolerate the radiation-resistant bacteria that will enable humans to thrive in the current conditions on Jupiter’s moon. Only the young will still be fertile and able to procreate on Europa by the time it is terraformed and ready for a full human settlement.

Those heady days are a blur, like a dream washed away by the flood. I guess I never thought they would actually go through with the whole extravagant idea.

I turn back to Elena. So you’re saying they already picked the finalists? But why wouldn’t ESA and NASA just announce the names online? Why come all the way—

I stop short, the realization practically knocking the wind out of me. "One of the finalists is from Rome?"

Yes! Thrilling, isn’t it? Unless it’s me—then I’ll have a heart attack. Elena shivers. They’re going to announce who it is in a live-streaming press conference at five thirty.

Are you serious? We have to get inside!

I break into a run, ignoring Elena’s protests that I can’t enter the Palazzo barefoot and dripping wet. There’s no way I’m missing this, not when one of my friends or neighbors is about to be named a finalist to go to Jupiter’s moon. I can just see my father pumping his fists in pride that a Roman was chosen, while my mother would clap her hand over her mouth in her usual dramatic way, torn between the excitement of it all and pain for the parents left behind.

The city hall’s portico entrance sank in the Great Flood along with its lower floors, so I run straight from the dock up to the covered arcade that leads into the piano nobile, the new main floor. Inside, the old masters on the walls are caked in a coat of film from water damage, while the elaborate painted ceilings are marred with cracks. But the old hum of activity remains, and I follow the sound of voices into the Neo-Gothic Salon, a large foyer still standing with the support of its marble columns. A glass chandelier swings tenuously from the ceiling, a shaky vestige of the pre-flood days.

Filling nearly every square inch of the room are fellow survivors: the Last Romans, as they call us in the media. Everyone watches, rapt, as the Italian military officer and her companion from the ESA boat approach the podium at the front of the room, flanked by the prime minister and his wife. A trio of cameramen stand in position nearby, their equipment at the ready. My heartbeat quickens.

I should go join my parents, but let’s talk later, okay? You still need to tell me what you were doing when I found you. Elena’s voice over my shoulder catches me off guard. I’d almost forgotten she was still here, eyeing me as water drips from my clothes onto the floor.

Okay, I reply with a nod, though I’m banking on ESA’s announcement detracting from any attention on me. Thanks, Elena.

Buongiorno. Prime Minister Vincenti steps up to the microphone, his voice booming across the room. Thank you for joining us this morning, on a day that is certain to bring pride back to Rome. I can see you are all as eager as I am to hear the news, so I won’t keep you waiting. Please welcome Sergeant Clea Rossi of the Italian Armed Forces, and Dr. Hans Schroder, from the European Space Agency.

As the crowd applauds, I squeeze into a space in the very back of the room.

Dr. Schroder steps forward. Thank you, Prime Minister, and all of you here today. It is a great pleasure for me to be in Rome. I thought I might never get to experience your city again in my lifetime.

The crowd quiets. We all know what he means. Our homeland is growing extinct, following in the ancient footsteps of Baiae—the first Italian city to go underwater.

As you know, the Europa Mission is the most pressing item on our planet’s agenda, he begins. Our chance to terraform and colonize Jupiter’s moon can’t come soon enough. So with that said, after more than a year of scouting and reviewing countless medical and academic records, I am delighted to announce that we have selected our Twenty-Four finalists. These teenagers will spend the next four months at International Space Training Camp in America, at the end of which a final team of six will be drafted and deployed to Europa. Dr. Schroder pauses. And, yes. Our Twenty-Four includes one of you.

The room fills with a mix of whoops, cheers, and nervous laughter. I scan the neighbors to my left and right, wondering about each one of them: Could it be you?

Sergeant Rossi, would you like to do the honors?

Dr. Schroder steps back, giving Sergeant Rossi the podium.

She clears her throat, then looks out over her audience. The finalist from Rome, who will depart on Monday for Space Training Camp, was chosen for their remarkable survival skills, as well as a singular ability that should prove crucial for the Europa Mission.

I hold my breath, trying to comprehend the idea of one of my own friends or neighbors leaving for America in just two days—and possibly leaving the planet altogether. I keep my eyes on the crowd, anxious to catch the first reaction of whoever is chosen.

Your finalist from Rome is . . .

The energy in the room thickens as we all lean forward, bracing for the name.

Leonardo Danieli.

Wait.

No—that can’t be right.

That’s my name.

He’s right there! a voice shouts.

More than a hundred heads swivel in my direction. The cameramen come running from the front of the room, their lenses trained on me. Standing between her parents, Elena lets out a sound somewhere between a moan and a shriek.

They chose . . . me.

One of the cameramen thrusts a microphone under my nose. "Leonardo Danieli, what is going through your mind right now? Shock, fear, excitement?"

I was supposed to die today. But I didn’t. If I’d gone through with it, if I hadn’t heard the boat and snapped out of it . . .

I—I never imagined this was coming. My words tumble out, echoing across the silent room. And I’m glad—so glad—I didn’t miss it.

Two

NAOMI

Los Angeles, California

THIS IS A JOKE, RIGHT?

I stare at each of the adults filling the principal’s office, waiting for one of them to crack. Whaddya get when you mix a high school junior, two bewildered parents, one NASA rocket scientist, a gun-toting US Army official, and the school principal?

Naomi, the woman from NASA begins, saying my name delicately, as though it might break. It’s not a joke. In fact, you should be very proud. Each member of the Twenty-Four was chosen for a particular skill set or trait that we need for the mission. You were chosen for your brilliant mind and scientific ability. If you make the Final Six, you’ll have a vital part to play.

My parents clutch each other’s hands. Mom lets out a sob, and a fist tightens around my heart. There’s no way, no way this could be happening—but the grave faces across from me confirm the worst.

You’re telling me I’ve been drafted? My voice is whisper thin.

The army officer, Major Lewis, nods. "Yes,

Reviews for The Final Six

[cataloger623 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

A good mix of science fiction and romance within an Earth where the affects of industrialization and climate change have pretty much destroyed the planet. I loved the science aspects of the book. I thought it was a bit too preachy about the effect of climate change. The romance was an interesting side plot. I thought the ending of the story and the obvious set for the next could have been done better.

[reader1009-863136 · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

teen sci fi adventure (incidental cultural diversity - main character is Iranian-American from L.A. and other characters are representative of the other 1st world nations--China, Singapore, Russia); set in a world where irreversible climate change has destroyed hope of human life continuing on Earth).

This was ok, but for an adventure story (where even the smallest mistake can be fatal) it didn't really hook me in.

[olivermagnus · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Looking to escape an increasingly devastated earth, the international community selects Europa as a site for future colonization. And who better to colonize a distant moon and save humanity than six teenagers? NASA teams up with the International Space Training Camp to recruit the top 24 teens in the world in a competition to save mankind. The 24 teens will train, learn and push themselves to the limits, until the final six are chosen to go on the space journey. But surviving the mission to Europa is not a given. Astronauts from the Athena crew have already died on its surface.

This book focuses primarily on Leonardo Danieli from Italy and Naomi Ardalan of the United States. Leo lost his family in the flooding of Rome, but because his strong swimming abilities, Leo will compete to serve as the mission’s underwater specialist.Naomi, an Iranian-American from Los Angeles has a command of computers and her ability to think on her feet would make her an important asset to the team. She doesn't want to leave her family and her brother is too ill for them to join her on Europa if the mission is successful. She also suspects there’s something deeper going on, and she’s determined to expose it, both to protect the other finalists and to get herself kicked out of the program so that she can return to her family.

The Final Six is a fast-paced book that would definitely appeal to teens and pre-teens. I was disappointed that it ended in a cliffhanger but at least the second book has been published so I'll pick it up and continue the story.




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[mrnattania72 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

What had me sceptical at first , has made me a fan of this series. Thought I say it reminds me a lot of INSIGNIA

[ck31-1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Loved it. What a cute story. Cannot wait for the second part. Please be there soon.

[deltaqueen50 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

The Final Six is set in the not too distant future as climate change causes the world’s lands to be swallowed by the sea. The future of mankind is hanging in the balance as cities are destroyed and chaos occurs all over the world. A group of twenty-four young people, from all over the globe, are brought together to be trained for a unique mission to colonize one of Jupiter’s moons. Out of these twenty-four, only six will be chosen to build a new world. This was a fast-moving, action packed YA read that kept me engrossed from start to finish. The two main characters were well crafted and likable. Naomi, an Iranian-American engineering and science genius and Italian Leo, a former champion Olympic swimmer. While Naomi would rather stay on Earth with her family, Leo, is eager to go and is grateful for this opportunity to change his fate and make Italy and his dead family proud. Of course being a YA book, a romance develops between these two but the author kept it fairly believable. While travelling in space and saving humanity is a dream job for most of these young people, there is a dark side that is just barely hinted at. I believe that this is the first book in a trilogy and I will certainly be looking for the next book in order to continue my read about this quest.

[roses7184_1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

First off, credit where credit is due, I have to applaud Monir for the diversity in The Final Six. It's so refreshing to not only see both a female and a male main character in this story, but the fact that Naomi and Leo, while they share a destiny, are so different is wonderful. The differences in their views about the competition, their ethnic backgrounds, and their family lives all come together to create a beautiful story about growth through the pursuit of a common goal. I loved how ambitious both of them were because, as I stated above, it's great to see strong male and female characters side by side. We need more of that. As for the plot, I can say that the science fiction aspects of this book were really accessible. I loved the addition of VR and AI! The Final Six easily walks that line between sharing the technology of the future and still being something that you can find yourself picturing. It helps, of course, that Monir has an uncanny ability to write beautifully descriptive scenes. The competition manages to pull the reader in quickly, and make you feel like you're part of the action. I even found myself rooting for the friendship to romance brewing between our two characters, despite the fact that I'm normally anti-romance. Could I have done without that? Probably, but the fact that I didn't dislike it was a nice surprise.Why then, you ask, did I rate this at four stars rather than five? First there's the fact that, despite how different Naomi and Leo are in many aspects, our two main characters are pretty difficult to tell apart in their POVs. If there hadn't been headers on the chapters letting me know whose mind I was currently in, I would have been lost a lot more. My other issue was, and I know this is just the way that my particular brand of reading brain works, there were so many unexplained things that were just conveniently happening. I mentioned how perfect the descriptive writing was in relation to the competition technology. That's why I was a little baffled as to why there wasn't any explanations for how electricity works now, why Earth is being abandoned instead of fixed, and why the treatment only works on teenagers. Am I being nitpicky? Possibly. None of that took away from my overall enjoyment. Still, I have so many questions.So, after a lot of thought, I settled on a solid four star rating. I haven't yet read a book similar to this, so I'm pretty happy with the journey I was taken on. The ending is a blatant cliffhanger, so rest assured that there's another book coming down the pipeline. Maybe that one will answer the rest of my questions? Only time will tell.

[vernefan · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

In the not so distant future, climate change devastates planet Earth. Massive Tsunamis destroy countries around the world, millions and millions of people are dead. Not much is left. With high hopes of saving the human race, world governments unite with a plan to finally explore the final frontier by colonizing space. A massive high-tech spaceship is built, Jupiter is the chosen destination. Six of the brightest and fittest teenagers from around the globe will be chosen for this most perilous mission, a desperate shot on saving earth’s inhabitants from total annihilation. Twenty-Four teenagers are selected for their advanced skills and mental abilities. They are brought together to the Johnson Space center near NASA to undergo a month of intense and vigorous astronaut training, mental and physical testing, and to experience simulators that mimic the environment of not only the rocket they will launch in, but of the spaceship they will explore the galaxies in. Teams will work together in mock environments of Jupiter’s harsh icy terrain, most of which will be under the frozen sea. Half way through this strenuous training, twelve competitors will be eliminated, six more a week before the launch. This story gives “survival of the fittest” a whole new meaning.Alexandra Monir’s exhilarating new Young Adult sci-fi novel is a high-octane rollercoaster ride depicting the competition and chance of a life time for six lucky teens to perform at their highest peak. The grand prize being a one way ticket to the stars. The atmosphere of this fast paced page turner is that of the high stress Olympic contestants experience when trying to win a gold medal. These 24 kids undergo incredible duress both physical and mental, some egos run high, sabotage and secret missions of infiltration involve threats of murder and imprisonment to those attempting to oust out the weak. When two kids are shockingly eliminated, horrifying events cause alarm and fear. As things go seriously wrong, some believe they are in danger and risks are run to uncover the truth even under threat of death! Devouring this novel in two sittings, I was absolutely riveted. The author has great talent in developing wonderful characters full of depth, and knows how to keep her readers continually anxious as to just what will happen next! Her writing style is smooth, the story flows well, and is detailed with a great amount of scientific research that is easy to grasp. Readers will be on the edge of their seats reading intense scenes of peer pressure rivalry, cool astrophysics and new technology, as well as exciting thrill-ride space race training exercises that the chosen six must endure. Unputdownable, The Final Six offers up a plate of mystery, romance, action, espionage, and a crumbling dystopian world! It’s sure to be a winner and I will be impatiently waiting for the sequel! Five Stars without blinking!