Book Quibbles: Monument 14

Fourteen kids. One superstore. A million things that go wrong.

Another book I read a year ago, Monument 14 is an apocalyptic book that takes place in a superstore while the outside world is dying from numerous disasters.

I’m a sucker for these genres, especially when things are switched up. The end started with a hailstorm which eventually led to a chemical spill.

A group of kids are on a bus, headed to school, when the end starts. The bus driver just happens to really care about these kids because she runs the bus into the superstore, thankfully only creating a hole big enough to block anything from the outside world from coming in. Some of them die, but fourteen remain to survive.

For starters, how lucky is their situation? They get trapped inside a superstore with everything they’ll need. And they’re able to lock themselves in, not allowing any outsiders to raid their oasis. This comes in handy when the chemical spill starts that effects people in different ways according to their blood type. Some turn into zombie-like monsters, others get a bad infection, and others aren’t infected at all.

The plot itself: pretty cool. A bunch of young kids trying to survive while dealing with the fact that their families are probably dead. Since these kids range from six to eighteen, it can lead to a lot of drama happening.

But then the characters started talking…

Fourteen kids, and they’re all stereotypes. Our main character is a “loser” who has a crush on the most popular girl in school who really isn’t that special, but she’s dating the jock who is best friends with douche-jock. His brother is a tech specialist and thank god for that. Then there’s another “loser” kid who happens to be a boyscout who knows all about surviving. Another girl is motherly towards the kids, there’s a 13 year old, attention-seeking girl who almost gets raped (yeah they went there.) Some of the younger kids are worse. One is a religious nut, another knows how to cook…all of them have one quirky thing about them and that’s what drives their character.

And damn are they annoying. I can’t really remember any of them that I liked, except theses really young kids called the “twins.” They were cute.

The worst part had to be our main character who talked nonstop about this girl he liked. I swear every time he looked at her he gushed over her for at least a page. He even snuck up on her and her boyfriend about to have sex.

The ending was alright. We learn people evacuated the city and now the kids are trying to rebuild the bus to get out. Some had to stay behind because they’d be affected by the chemicals…including our main character and his crush. OH GOD.

Let me tell you, I accidentally bought the second book in the series first (why can’t we have numbers on the side anymore?) so I had to buy this. I started the second book and put it down not even halfway through.


Our m.c. crush tells him she won’t have sex with him because he stayed behind (by the way she’s pregnant) and like, two pages later they’re having sex. I had to put it down at that. That whole subplot drove me insane I almost couldn’t finish the first book.

The best part is, I don’t really remember anything else. I couldn’t tell you anything about their characters because there was nothing to them. I thought the idea was cool, something a little different, but it was pushed back for the characters to drive the story and since I hated the characters, I hated reading the book.

Apparently this was the author’s first book. I could care less about that dammit I just wanted some good characters. It’s no excuse for making walking stereotypes.

In the end, would I recommend this book? Eh, probably not. There are many other apocalyptic books out there worth reading.

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