Scythe, written by Neil Shusterman, is a book which makes you think, which is perhaps the highest praise that a person can levy upon a book. The English is clear, and lucid, and the concepts created by a mind which seems capable of thinking. The book is about a world where no one dies, except for those who are chosen by the Scythedom, whose entire job, is to ‘glean’ people. For such a morbid idea, it is magnificently well executed, and by the end, leaves you in love with the word.
