It’s 1996, and less than half of all American high school students have ever used the Internet.
Emma just got her first computer and an America Online CD-ROM.
Josh is her best friend. They power up and log on–and discover themselves on Facebook, fifteen years in the future.
Everybody wonders what their Destiny will be. Josh and Emma are about to find out.
I’ve read tie-ins. I’ve read the worst of what the SFF genre has to offer.
I have never read a single book more vacuous, more pointless and hackneyed than The Future of Us. This book is what happens when a pair of people who can’t write decide they can. This book is what people who have nothing of worth or merit in their skulls would produce under the misapprehension that they have something faintly clever to say. Other books have been offensive; other books have been varying levels of terrible… but nothing beats the vapid, useless, pointless, talentless blackhole that is the combined force of Jay Asher and Carolyn Mackler. There isn’t a single solitary page in this novel that provides any value outside of being fuel, toilet paper, or wastebasket lining.
It’s a novel you can only write if you think there’s nothing outside of your white, straight, middle-class American world, your midlife crisis, and a nostalgia for your even more vapid white, straight, middle-class American teenage years. This novel is the essence of what makes Americans mockable. It’s the embodiment of utter mindlessness, a laser-point focus on shit that doesn’t matter, an ode to the glory of having no imagination stuffed with painful pop-culture references worthless to anybody with a real culture to appreciate. The fact that Amazon reports a sales rank of #3722 overall and #89 in “Teens > Science Fiction and Fantasy” at the time of this writing should tell you all you need to know about the great American reading public.