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Kindle Cloud Reader Read instantly in your browser. Customers who bought this item also bought. Page 1 of 1 Start over Page 1 of 1. The Treatment Program Book 2. The Remedy. The Epidemic Program Book 4. The Adjustment Program Book 5. The Complication Program Book 6. The Recovery Program. To combat it, a school district in Oregon developed "The Program," where teens are treated for their depression by erasing their memories and secluding them from their peers.

As an increasing number of her classmates are taken away for treatment, year-old Sloane Barstow knows better than to show emotion to anyone other than her boyfriend, James, especially since her brother drowned himself two years earlier, leaving her parents constantly on edge.

But when her friend commits suicide and James is taken away, Sloane begins to slip into a depression that forces her into The Program, where she is gradually stripped of all memories of James and her past. As she struggles to start over, she finds herself questioning the integrity of The Program and why she is inexplicably drawn to a troublemaker named James. The story is intriguing, and while a little slow at times, teens will find themselves racing to the finish to see what happens to Sloane and James.

Young has created strong characters that readers will fall in love with and has developed a captivating world that will not soon be forgotten.

No redistribution permitted. The early warning signs are negative emotions, depression, and despair, and infected teens are driven quickly to the point where they can think of nothing but suicide.

She watched her beloved brother kill himself before her eyes. If not for the love of her boyfriend, James, Sloane is sure that she would kill herself, too. But she and James have vowed to each other that they will fight the disease, and love and comfort each other through grief.

Teens seen demonstrating negative emotions are reported to The Program, where they receive the cure for the suicide infection but at a terrible cost.

When Sloane finds herself swept into The Program, she realizes with a growing dread that everyone seems to know more than she does. Readers will devour this fast-paced story that combines an intriguing premise, a sexy romance, and a shifting landscape of truth.

With big questions still unanswered and promising twists, this first volume in a new series will leave readers primed for more. Grades See all Editorial Reviews.

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Top Reviews Most recent Top Reviews. There was a problem filtering reviews right now. Please try again later. Kindle Edition Verified Purchase. The Program is set in the not-so-distant future in a world where suicide has become an epidemic. Seventeen year old Sloan lost her older brother to suicide, which makes her high risk herself.

When Sloan ends up being sent in for treatment, she vows to fight every step of the way. I really loved The Program, and the concept when you think about it is incredibly sad for so many reasons. The thought that anyone under the age of 18 basically has no control or say over their own minds, memories, and thoughts is horrifying. They are expected not to grieve for losses because otherwise they might get flagged for being sick. They have to live their lives walking on eggshells and hiding their emotions.

The topic of suicide hits really close to home for me, and in the beginning of the book, one suicide is retold through memories and another happens in real time. I cried through both. I was diagnosed with depression in and started medication for it, and in when I was 17, I attempted suicide. I can relate to the feeling of complete and utter hopelessness that makes you feel like ending your life is the best option.

I still struggle with depression and anxiety, but overall am doing well and am in a good place, so no worries there. Okay, so enough about me and back to the book. Aside from the book being written really well and triggering a lot of emotions in me, I loved the characters.

I adore Sloan and her boyfriend James. He didn't know exactly what they were transitioning me into. Maybe someone at the grief department is behind that text. I casually take my hand from Deacon's and run it through my short hair, bringing it to rest on my lap instead. Deacon follows the movement but doesn't mention it.

Arthur Pritchard is in Roseburg, along with his daughter, Virginia. Although I agreed to check on Virginia's well-being after the suicide of my last assignment, Arthur's the one I'm after.

My father said that Arthur might be able to get the grief department off my back, but more than that, Arthur knows my real identity; he might be the only person who does. Until then I have to avoid getting picked up by the grief department-I don't know what they're capable of. Clearly, they're not just a treatment program; they're involved in cover-ups and lies.

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My father is afraid of them. Marie, my advisor, skipped town before they could find her. I don't even know what I'm up against, and that makes them scarier than anything.

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And I'm stuck on a bus with the person I love, the person who is possibly working against me. Am I being paranoid? Am I not paranoid enough? If the situation were different, I could act like all is well with Deacon and wait for reinforcements-another counselor to take my place because I'm compromised. But, of course, there's no one coming to help me. I'm all alone. I've always been alone. And so I have to run until I'm certain where Deacon's loyalties lie. Deacon slips his earbud back in his right ear, exhaling heavily like he's exhausted.

We're both a little high-strung right now. A passing sign outside the window announcing the Eugene bus station catches my attention, and I think I've figured a way off this bus.

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I can't make it to Roseburg-I'm starving. Deacon darts his eyes quickly toward the back of the bus, and I feel my stomach sink. He's searching for someone. He has backup. Then again, maybe I'm jumping to all the wrong conclusions. Only problem is that I don't have the time to figure out which it is. Anything for you. I press my lips into a smile and turn away. My heart aches like I've been punched in the chest, each breath cracking my ribs, pressing on my soul.

He doesn't love you, I tell myself. That's why he's never said it. That's why he never will. Whether or not the statement is true, I repeat it until I start to build a wall between us. I continue to push until my feelings are locked away behind the bricks. Like this is just another assignment. I imagine that Deacon is a client and that our time is up. I need to slip away as if I've never been here-take no mementos, no baggage.

I'll leave it all here on this bus. I'll leave him. The brakes hiss, and gravity pulls us forward in our seats as we come to a stop in front of a small but crowded building. The overhead lights on the bus flick on, and the people around us immediately start to angle for a position in line-as if the bus would leave without letting them off first.

He grabs his bag from under the seat and sets it between us. He zips it closed without ever checking his phone. He doesn't know he got a message. But more importantly, he doesn't know that I've already seen it. I pull my backpack straps onto my shoulders, and as we wait for a break in aisle traffic, I subtly glance toward the back of the bus. A woman four rows behind us sticks out-an anomaly in the crowd.

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I don't recognize her, but the rigidity of her posture and her stoic expression remind me of a doctor. And when her dark eyes flash momentarily to mine before darting away, I know immediately that she's from the grief department. I know that she's here for me. I spin around, a lump forming in my throat. I could cry right now if I let myself, break down completely.

I could cling to Deacon and beg for his help-would he help me? I could return to my father's house and go on with the lie, live as Quinlan McKee and work for the grief department. It would be easier, in a way. Because right now I'm so scared that I don't know if I can get off this bus. I don't know if I can do this alone. By the time Deacon steps out into the aisle, making room for me to walk ahead of him, I'm ready to nod politely and put one foot in front of the other.

I freeze, afraid to turn around. The tone is husky and deep, and I imagine it's the woman I noticed a moment ago.

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She's getting off the bus too. I inch closer to the businessman in front of me, wishing I could squeeze by him and just run. Instead I'm trapped in the line with everyone else, all of us pressed together and waiting. My fear continues to ratchet up as I hear the woman getting closer. Deacon's hand moves to rest on my hip, guiding me forward. Panic is running rampant as I try to piece my situation into something that makes sense, but there are too many broken edges.

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I don't have enough time to make a clean getaway. I don't know if there is enough time to disappear. Her tone has warmed, but Deacon's hand is still firmly placed on my hip.

I hear the annoyance in Deacon's voice, and I can only hope he doesn't know her. Hope that he's not trying to hand me over to the very people we're running from. I can't believe he ever would. Stop, I think, forcing myself cold. I can't let my love for him blind me. I have to get somewhere safe.

The stakes are too high to take a chance. Even on Deacon. I stare ahead until I notice a frail older woman two rows up. She huffs out in pain, trying to lift her bag with one hand while balancing herself with her cane. I narrow my eyes, and when it's clear no one else plans to help her, I elbow my way past the businessman in her direction. I stop next to the woman and look down.

She looks me over and then smiles kindly, the wrinkles around her bright blue eyes deepening. She starts down the aisle, and I turn to find Deacon watching me, a soft smile on his lips-as if my kindness impresses him.

Am I not paranoid enough? If the situation were different, I could act like all is well with Deacon and wait for reinforcements-another counselor to take my place because I'm compromised. But, of course, there's no one coming to help me. I'm all alone. I've always been alone.

And so I have to run until I'm certain where Deacon's loyalties lie. Deacon slips his earbud back in his right ear, exhaling heavily like he's exhausted. We're both a little high-strung right now. A passing sign outside the window announcing the Eugene bus station catches my attention, and I think I've figured a way off this bus.

I can't make it to Roseburg-I'm starving. Deacon darts his eyes quickly toward the back of the bus, and I feel my stomach sink. He's searching for someone. He has backup. Then again, maybe I'm jumping to all the wrong conclusions. Only problem is that I don't have the time to figure out which it is. Anything for you. I press my lips into a smile and turn away.

My heart aches like I've been punched in the chest, each breath cracking my ribs, pressing on my soul. He doesn't love you, I tell myself.

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That's why he's never said it. That's why he never will. Whether or not the statement is true, I repeat it until I start to build a wall between us. I continue to push until my feelings are locked away behind the bricks. Like this is just another assignment. I imagine that Deacon is a client and that our time is up. I need to slip away as if I've never been here-take no mementos, no baggage. I'll leave it all here on this bus.

I'll leave him.

The brakes hiss, and gravity pulls us forward in our seats as we come to a stop in front of a small but crowded building. The overhead lights on the bus flick on, and the people around us immediately start to angle for a position in line-as if the bus would leave without letting them off first.

He grabs his bag from under the seat and sets it between us. He zips it closed without ever checking his phone. He doesn't know he got a message. But more importantly, he doesn't know that I've already seen it. I pull my backpack straps onto my shoulders, and as we wait for a break in aisle traffic, I subtly glance toward the back of the bus.

A woman four rows behind us sticks out-an anomaly in the crowd. I don't recognize her, but the rigidity of her posture and her stoic expression remind me of a doctor.

And when her dark eyes flash momentarily to mine before darting away, I know immediately that she's from the grief department.

I know that she's here for me. I spin around, a lump forming in my throat. I could cry right now if I let myself, break down completely. I could cling to Deacon and beg for his help-would he help me? I could return to my father's house and go on with the lie, live as Quinlan McKee and work for the grief department. It would be easier, in a way. Because right now I'm so scared that I don't know if I can get off this bus. I don't know if I can do this alone.

By the time Deacon steps out into the aisle, making room for me to walk ahead of him, I'm ready to nod politely and put one foot in front of the other. I freeze, afraid to turn around.

The tone is husky and deep, and I imagine it's the woman I noticed a moment ago.

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She's getting off the bus too. I inch closer to the businessman in front of me, wishing I could squeeze by him and just run. Instead I'm trapped in the line with everyone else, all of us pressed together and waiting. My fear continues to ratchet up as I hear the woman getting closer. Deacon's hand moves to rest on my hip, guiding me forward.

Panic is running rampant as I try to piece my situation into something that makes sense, but there are too many broken edges. I don't have enough time to make a clean getaway.

I don't know if there is enough time to disappear. Her tone has warmed, but Deacon's hand is still firmly placed on my hip. I hear the annoyance in Deacon's voice, and I can only hope he doesn't know her. Hope that he's not trying to hand me over to the very people we're running from. I can't believe he ever would. Stop, I think, forcing myself cold. I can't let my love for him blind me. I have to get somewhere safe. The stakes are too high to take a chance. Even on Deacon. I stare ahead until I notice a frail older woman two rows up.

She huffs out in pain, trying to lift her bag with one hand while balancing herself with her cane. I narrow my eyes, and when it's clear no one else plans to help her, I elbow my way past the businessman in her direction. I stop next to the woman and look down.

She looks me over and then smiles kindly, the wrinkles around her bright blue eyes deepening. She starts down the aisle, and I turn to find Deacon watching me, a soft smile on his lips-as if my kindness impresses him.

I nod toward the window to say I'll meet him outside. He looks oblivious to my true intentions, and I give myself one last chance to back out. To ask for his help. But then I catch a glimpse of the woman just behind him.

There's a flicker of panic in her expression. I have no choice but to run. I let the part of me that loves Deacon desperately drain away; I feel it flow down my arms and legs, out my fingers and toes. And I turn, cold and empty-ready to take on whatever identity I want-and start down the aisle behind the old woman.

I thought this was the beginning of something new. Getting answers to my past, starting a life with Deacon. But now I know I'll have to find the truth on my own.

I am the only person I can trust. There is no time for sentimentality. Disappearing should be easy for me, but with Deacon, someone deft at recreating himself and blending in, it won't be that simple.