The Adoration of Jenna Fox by Mary E. Pearson

The Adoration of Jenna Fox is a futuristic sci-fi novel for young adults. It records Jenna Fox’s life after her year long coma. She has been in a terrible accident and can’t remember a thing. Her parents give her discs recording all her life before the coma in hopes that she will remember who she was. She has trouble remembering the important stuff, like if she had friends, but remembers perfectly sock shopping. Her grandmother doesn’t like her for some reason, her mom is a complete control freak and her father is barely present. She is told that they moved from Boston to California after the accident for a more personalized care. Throughout the book, she makes discoveries and advancements leading up to a great realization three-fourths in. The rest of the book says how she deals with this realization.


I really liked this book and the themes it deals with, such as medical advances and ethics, also how far a parent will go to save their child. The book was great, but not very captivating, to be honest, if it wasn’t for the eight hour long flight I’m on, it would have taken much longer to finish the book. For some reason I keep reading books that I love but creep me out, maybe I’m masochistic in a strange way because I honestly want to read the disturbing books. One more note, another thing I love about the book is at certain intervals it gives you poem sort of composition, I’ll leave with three of my favorites that I love so much I want to type them up, go to Kinko’s, have it printed and frame it so I can hang it in my room.

There is a place.
A place where I have no eyes, no mouth.
No words.
I can’t cry out because I have no breath. The silence is so deep I want to die.
But I can’t.
The darkness and silence go on forever.
It is not a dream.
I don’t dream.

I needed it like I needed air.
But no one could hear me.
No one could listen.
No words. No sound.
No voice.
I couldn’t event dream myself away.
Choices were made.
None of them mine
At first I wondered if it was Hell.
And then I knew it was

A bit of someone here.
A bit there.
And sometimes they don’t add up to anything whole.
But you are so busy dancing.
Delivering.
You don’t have time to notice.
And then one day you have to look.
And it’s true.
All of your pieces fill up other people’s holes.
But they don’t fill
Your own.

Taryn.