Night Road
Night Road
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Annotation: Battling his own memories and fears, Cole, an extraordinarily conscientious vampire, and Sandor, a more impulsive acquaintance, spend a few months on the road, trying to train a young man who recently joined their ranks.
 
Reviews: 9
Catalog Number: #27018
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Publisher: HarperCollins
Copyright Date: 2008
Edition Date: 2010 Release Date: 01/19/10
Pages: 362 pages
ISBN: Publisher: 0-06-054606-9 Perma-Bound: 0-605-19529-3
ISBN 13: Publisher: 978-0-06-054606-9 Perma-Bound: 978-0-605-19529-5
Dewey: Fic
LCCN: 2007031703
Dimensions: 18 cm.
Language: English
Reviews:
ALA Booklist (Thu May 01 00:00:00 CDT 2008)

The author of Printz Honor winner Repossessed (2007), about a demon's jaunt to high school, returns to the dark fantasy genre with this intriguing novel set among "hemovores" (blood-drinkers who eschew the term vampire). Though this offers plenty of visceral writing about the thrill of taking "feeds," Jenkins' primary focus is on the relationships among three male hemavores on a road trip rather than on the sensual romance typical of YA vampire fiction. Intended as an opportunity for old-timers Cole and Sandor to mentor Gordon, a deeply traumatized new "heme," the journey serves as a metaphor for quintessential themes of male coming-of-age, especially the struggle to tame primal urges. However, the characters' emotional breakthroughs occasionally feel forced, and although all three are outwardly young adults, the greatest emphasis falls on neurotic, world-weary Cole rather than on Gordon, the character to whom teen readers may feel the strongest connection. Still, Jenkins achieves a thematic depth unusual in YA vampire fiction, and her focus on guy cameraderie may draw boys to a genre more typically read by girls.

Voice of Youth Advocates

They are not animals. Cole, Johnny, and Mina are human, disciplined, sensitive, and compassionate. They just happen to need to drink blood to survive. At the Colony, a safe haven for hemovores, blood is readily available, all but eliminating "Thirst," the archetypical predatory vampire behavior. The Colony's regulated system works well, but accidents still happen, especially when "hemes" leave the Colony. When one such accident occurs, Missouri frat-boy Gordon is unwillingly inducted into the ranks of heme. Now it is up to Cole and Sandor, centuries-old hemes trapped in teenagers' bodies, to train Gordon in the ways of the Colony, where hemes are taught to live resourcefully among the general population. Gordon's education begins on the road, moving only at night as he relearns what it means to live. Fans of vampire fiction might enjoy Jenkins's revision of popular vampire legend, but fans of her novel Repossessed (HarperTempest, 2007/VOYA August 2007) will likely be less impressed. Although Jenkins endeavors to add humanity to the traditionally inhuman in both novels, where Repossessed is quick and quirky, this book is plodding and dark. The philosophical angst that comes with facing eternal life essentially as a parasite is interesting to consider, and Jenkins does well to explore these concerns. But the struggle of centuries-old Cole and not that of the only true teen character, Gordon, is at the core of the novel. In fact, Gordon is only a minor player in the novel, merely the subject of endless lectures from Cole. This flaw might limit the novel's appeal to young readers.-Jennifer Miskec.

Publishers Weekly (Fri Oct 06 00:00:00 CDT 2023)

Trading demonic possession for vampirism, Jenkins (<EMPHASIS TYPE=""ITALIC"">Repossessed) explores the existential crises of a clan of “hemovores,” or “hemes.” In her world, hemes feed on humans or “omnis” (short for omnivores), but do so with restraint—regular, controlled feedings prevent their animal “Thirst” from taking over. Cole and a bighearted heme, Sandor, embark on a road trip to train Gordon, a naïve, college-age “accident” who has recently joined their ranks, and help him adjust to his current state. Cole displays monk-like self-discipline and denial as he models the lonely, endless nightlife of the heme for Gordon. (“You're a parasite, not a predator,” scolds Cole when Gordon realizes he could take advantage of his victim's entranced state during a feeding. “Our lives are built on their backs, and we owe them civility at least.”) As they travel, the hemes debate their ability to die, whether they possess souls and the futility of dating; the appearance of a rogue heme provides dramatic tension. Save a few minor female hemes, Jenkins's world is male-dominated, which may turn off some readers (Cole describes subservient omni groupies as “young people who read too much Anne Rice”). But overall, Jenkins provides a page-turner and a fresh, intriguing view of the vampiric “life.” Ages 12–up. <EMPHASIS TYPE=""ITALIC"">(June)

School Library Journal (Fri Aug 01 00:00:00 CDT 2008)

Gr 9 Up-Jenkins has created a taut and compelling reimagining of the vampire legend, with well-developed characters that transcend horror-novel cliché. When Cole is summoned to the Building in upper Manhattan, he's not sure what to expect, having spent decades away from the place. While other hemovores relax in one of the few safe havens available to their kind, the austere and self-sufficient Cole prefers the freedom of the open road, despite the obvious risks: the difficulty of attaining one's next meal, the necessity of hiding one's true identity, and, of course, a little problem with sunlight. The reason for Cole's presence at the Building soon becomes clear when Gordon, an inadvertently created heme with a bad attitude and a dangerous lack of experience, nearly kills a young woman in an overzealous feed. Heme leader Johnny asks Cole to take Gordon out on the road, where he can be trained in the skills he'll need in his new lifestyle, away from the too-easy comfort of the Building. Success is paramount: it simply isn't prudent to have an uncontrolled blood-drinker on the loose, and should the effort fail, Gordon will have to be disposed of. The plot is suspenseful and well paced, with hints of romance as Cole's worries for Gordon call up dark memories of his own past. A surefire hit for vampire-loving teens. Meredith Robbins, Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis High School, New York City

Horn Book (Fri Aug 01 00:00:00 CDT 2008)

In this vampire road novel, reticent Cole and carefree Sandor leave their Manhattan colony to train new vampire Gordon. The plot gradually offers up its revelations, both the dark secrets of Cole's past and the intriguing details of vampire mythology, but the real strength of the novel lies in its noirish atmosphere, accessible prose, and crisp, sharp dialogue.

Kirkus Reviews

The "v" word that saturates YA literature these days is anathema to the sun-challenged "hemovores" in Printz Honorwinning author Jenkins' undead road-trip novel. Bloodsuckers Cole and Sandor take to the highway in order to indoctrinate fresh convert Gordon in the ways of the "hemes." The journey becomes a metaphorical one for Cole, a centuries-old teenager who still struggles to overcome his own aversion to the hemovore life, even as he instructs his young charge. The already-leisurely narrative often stalls to allow space for Cole's long philosophical musings about the nature of immortality and memory, and even though Jenkins builds suspense with the addition of an unstable "stray" (a rogue hemovore without a colony), the tone remains more Anne Rice than Stephen King. Still, it's an intriguing take on the currently popular subject, and sidekick Sandor's comic commentary lends levity: One fellow "tasted funny" because "[h]e'd had Italian for dinner. . . . You can always tell, because of the garlic." A slow but ultimately satisfying tour through vampire country. (Fiction. YA)

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ALA/YALSA Best Book For Young Adults
Word Count: 65,235
Reading Level: 4.9
Interest Level: 7-12
Accelerated Reader: reading level: 4.9 / points: 10.0 / quiz: 124849 / grade: Upper Grades
Reading Counts!: reading level:4.4 / points:17.0 / quiz:Q44542
Lexile: 720L
Guided Reading Level: T
Fountas & Pinnell: T
Night Road

Chapter One

Cole did have a map in his backpack. He'd studied it in the parking garage. Only now that he was already on the subway did it occur to him that it might be outdated.

What a foolish mistake on his part, to assume that he could rely on a thirty-year-old map.

Cole loathed mistakes.

Next stop—Fifth Avenue? That couldn't be right. Fifth was on the wrong side of the park, wasn't it?

He'd decided to take the train into Manhattan because he'd had difficulty once when he'd taken a cab. The stop-and-start traffic had made him carsick, which had been very unpleasant for both him and the cabdriver, who had neither seen nor smelled regurgitated blood before. And of course, as soon as his stomach was emptied, he had to prevent the Thirst that would inevitably follow. He'd quickly fed on the cabdriver, a hairy man who apparently was not fond of bathing. He'd had to take more than usual; then he'd felt bad about leaving the man unconscious and tucked a large tip into the guy's shirt pocket.

Now Cole sat, feeling the muted throb of the tracks under the car, and he had an uncomfortable suspicion he was moving farther and farther away from where he needed to be.

He did not want to pull out his own map. To pull out a map and pore over it in New York City screamed "Tourist! Come rob me!" But there was no help for it. He was an idiot. He should have gotten a new map and studied it before he even got out of his car.

He got off at the next stop—Lexington Avenue—backpack slung over his shoulders. He did not like using the backpack, which crushed and wrinkled the clothes inside. Of course, he had not wanted to come into the city at all—but his wants had nothing to do with it, and the backpack was less obtrusive than his suitcase, which had wheels and a handle that popped up.

Real eighteen-year-old guys, Cole felt, did not walk alone at night wheeling luggage on the subways and streets of Manhattan.

He walked across the platform as quickly as possible and leaned with his back against the concrete wall, under the faint sterile buzz of a fluorescent light. There he pulled out the map and discreetly unfolded one corner, hoping that would be enough to give him a clue where Lexington Avenue was in the scheme of things.

It wasn't. He unfurled the whole damn thing. Fine, he was a teenage tourist.

But the map didn't make any sense. Cole didn't even know where he was. And all those colored lines branching off. Now, here he was who knew where, holding a tangled mess of lines on a paper that was worse than useless because the stupid trains didn't always stop at each station that was marked. No, they sometimes skipped stations, which, now that he thought about it, was likely what had happened to him. Or perhaps he'd gotten on the wrong train in the first place, back when he'd switched from the PATH train.

God. He'd have to go up, get his bearings, and walk to his destination.

Unless he was in Queens. Or any place that didn't have streets numbered in a grid.

The problem was that he'd been too complacent. Cole had thought he already had the answers when he knew that the moment you let down your guard is the moment you start making mistakes. He'd just thought he could remember from the last time he'd been here. He couldn't recall the year exactly, but it was the summer Lady Di married Prince Charles. He remembered because Mina and Alice had kept Johnny's TV tuned in to the wedding.

Now, map still in hand, he headed up the concrete stairs to the sidewalk to look at street signs and figure out where he was.

He'd only stayed a few weeks during the Charles-and-Di summer. The longest Cole had ever stayed in Manhattan was for three or four years, back when Johnny had first bought the Building; but that was before the subways had been extended this far.

At the top of the steps Cole paused, map in his hand. It had rained recently, but not much. The air was damp and heavy and smelled of wet streets and steamy concrete, but the only water was a trickle in the gutters, a darker patch here and there on the sidewalk.

Not far away, under the corner street sign, some guy in a greasy overcoat was dancing in the middle of the sidewalk, flapping his arms slowly, his eyes on an invisible somebody right in front of him.

"Code red, Code red," Cole heard him announce to the somebody. "Frequency forty-nine has been alerted. Clearance requested from the emperor."

All right. There was no hurry; it was several hours till dawn. And Cole did not know why Johnny had called him in, but if it had been urgent, there was no question that Johnny would have told him so.

Of course, he had not tried to find out what it was all about. He'd felt a vague discomfort licking at him, but rather than ask Johnny why he wanted him to come in, Cole had asked instead: Is everything all right? And Johnny had said yes. Anything beyond that, he knew, could wait.

He peered at the strange man again—he could almost smell the stale odor of unwashed clothes from here. He wasn't afraid of the guy, just reluctant to get involved in a hassle out on a public street.

"Need help?"

Cole turned. It was a woman. Not hemovore. An omnivore. You could always tell even if no bodily movements gave it away. An omni's eyes had a stunted, undeveloped look, while a heme's gaze was ripe to the core. This omni woman had short gray hair, wore jeans, and carried a canvas bag looped over one shoulder.

Night Road. Copyright © by A. Jenkins . Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

Excerpted from Night Road by A. M. Jenkins
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Accidents happen.

Jenkins Someone had lost control and killed without meaning to.

Cole may look like an average teen, but a century of nourishing himself on blood has taught him an extraordinary level of caution and control. He's a master of life on the road and he thinks he's prepared for anything. But not everyone is as careful as he is, and Cole is about to learn that even the best of plans can go wrong. . . .


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