Title: The Ones We’re Meant To Find
Author: Joan He
Genre: Fantasy, Science Fiction, Young Adult
Release Date: 04 May 2021

Summary:

Perfect for fans of Rick Yancey and Marie Lu, The Ones We’re Meant to Find is a sci-fi fantasy with mind-blowing twists, ready to burst onto the YA scene, from the critically-acclaimed Descendant of the Crane author, Joan He.

Cee awoke on an abandoned island three years ago. With no idea of how she was marooned, she only has a rickety house, an old android, and a single memory: she has a sister, and Cee needs to find her.

STEM prodigy Kasey wants escape from the science and home she once trusted. The Metropolis—Earth’s last unpolluted place—is meant to be sanctuary for those commited to planetary protection, but it’s populated by people willing to do anything for refuge, even lie. Now, she’ll have to decide if she’s ready to use science to help humanity, even though it failed the people who mattered most.

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The Ones We’re Meant To Find Excerpt:

WHERE AM I?
Who am I?
What’s my name?
Cee. I smile in relief when I remember, eyes shuttering against the sun, white overhead.
Then I roll onto my stomach and vomit onto the sand.
My relief sours to panic. No. No, no, no. I can’t have my taro and chuck it up too. I need to hold it in. But the only thing coming out of me is a cocktail of seawater and bile. No taro.
Not in me. All in the ocean, dissolved to slime. Months’ worth of taro, food for the fish.
And Hubert . . .
I wobble to my feet. My legs are already weakening, my vision zooming in and out of focus before finally stabilizing on an object farther down the shore.
A hull.
Or half of one, resting on a crescent of wet sand.
Hubert.
I thump to my knees and crawl to his remains. “Morning, Bert,” I manage.
And lose it.
I bawl until the tide rises, then, as I hold Hubert down so the sea won’t wash him away, I form my first truly coherent thought: I need to bury him. Give him a proper goodbye.
I drag him onto safe, dry sand, and stagger around to face whatever lies behind me.
And what do you know.
There’s a house on the rocks that looks suspiciously like M.M.’s.
Then there’s me. Standing. On a shore. The shore. After sailing Hubert seven days out into the sea, plus however much time has passed since, I’m back. Waterlogged but alive.
Which begs the question: How in the fucking world?
Did I swim? Did I cling to Hubert and drift on some lucky waves? And even then, shouldn’t I have thirsted to death?
I rack my brains, trying to remember something, anything, but all I’ve got are muggy memories of drowning.
Chasing after the hows drains me, so I focus on the shoulds.
I should be ecstatic. I should be grateful I’m not a bloated body in the sea. I should rebuild Hubert. Try finding Kay again.
Instead, I feel nothing.
I’m back.
I’m fucking back.

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About Joan He:

Joan was born and raised in Philadelphia but still will, on occasion, lose her way. At a young age, she received classical instruction in oil painting before discovering that stories were her favorite kind of art. She studied psychology and Chinese history at the University of Pennsylvania and currently writes from a desk overlooking the city
waterfront. Descendant of the Crane is her young adult debut.

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