Why I Am Number Four is my Favorite Book.

By Anonymous -


I Am Number Four is an action-packed adventure in which the author captures our attention into the classic drama of teens’ emotions, friendship, oh yeah, and also the invasion of aliens. It is based on a Loric (good protagonist which is an alien), and his journey and adventure when landing on earth to escape the wrath of Mogadorians (the evil antagonist, which is also an alien). His goal is to end the race of these Mogadorians in hopes of ending the war between them and the Loric. A charm holds him safe until one two and three are killed out of nine, and when they are, he is on the run to survive. Although his goal is to focus on these aliens and his own kind, he gets entangled with romance, friendship, and emotion, and it is extremely exhilarating to see what his next move will be on this invigorating adventure on earth.

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  1. AnonymousSeptember 20, 2017 at 10:40 AM

    Your post is very detailed, and I like your word choice like the word invigorating

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  2. AnonymousSeptember 20, 2017 at 10:40 AM

    You did a great job explaining the plot without giving away the ending. I can really tell how passionate you are about this book. Great job!

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