It seems kind of ironic how, after every person in my class has read it thrice, I finally decided to read Malorie Blackman’s Noughts and Crosses.
Well, Noughts and Crosses is a Romeo and Juliet type story, except for the fact that it’s nothing like it. It is set in a society where the black crosses rule over the white noughts and is about Callum, a nought, and Sephy, a cross. As you guesses by the Shakespeare reference, it is a tale of forbidden love and racism, and is really heart-wrenching.
The things I liked most about this book were that it kept you eager to read on, and the librarian was rather shocked when I returned it to her, finished, after hours of taking it out, and that at times I wanted to punch Malorie Blackman for making it soooooooo sad and other times I felt really happy or emotional. I really like how she uses plot twists throughout the story to really make the reader emotional, because that ability to actually make a reader happy, sad, or actually affected by your words is a talent only really good writers posses, and I can only dream of ever being able to do that.
In fact, the only bad thing about it was the foul mood the ending put me in. Nobody really took much notice of it, because at the (remarkably sad) ending of Oblivion (Anthony Horowitz) I cried for over two hours (in school at this point), and at the ending of Caught in the Crossfire (Alan Gibbons) I couldn’t speak for twenty minutes. So you can probably see why nobody thought it strange that I was in such a weird mood after this book.
To conclude, very few authors and very few books can actually touch your heart. I must say that Malorie Blackman and Noughts and Crosses are members of this elite group.