The Girl with All the Gifts is still squicking me out in a most wonderful way. I keep making the mistake of reading this while eating and I generally find my appetite diminished. Alas, this is not permanent, for later on I end up compensating by eating copious amounts of ridiculously unhealthy yet delicious things, like Cheddar Jalapeno Cheetos. Melanie, the protagonist, reminds me of someone in a book I've already read, but in a good way. I'm thinking it was either The Stand or Carrion Comfort or The Passage.
I think I'm going to give up on Julia Vanishes by Catherine Egan, but I'll flip ahead a bit to see if things get any more interesting. Also: could they have come up with a more milquetoast title? For heaven's sake. It sounds like an adult thriller, not a YA magical mystery dystopia.