I personally think
that this book is extraordinary; I was recommended this story from a dear friend
and she even gave me the opportunity to read the first page and I can tell you
with honesty, the opening line in this book is beyond captivating. It’s perfect
and it’s memorable.
‘The body you are wearing used to be mine.’’
That recommendation
was made over a year ago and since then, it has remained on my book list until
now and I can say that I’m rather glad I finally knuckled down and read this
book.
When first opening the
book, you come across the main protagonist, Myfanwy Thomas whom then informs
you that she has absolutely no clue to why she is where she is, her memory has
been stolen, the new body she wears isn’t her own and she is found in the middle
of the park, surrounded by lots of corpses. (Not to mention all of them are
strangely wearing latex gloves.)
Lovely and wonderfully
confusing, right?
First things first, if
that doesn’t captivate you then you’re completely lying, because there should
be at least an ounce of interest and wonder in you, because come on, the first
thing you should see when you come around is the inside of your bed, not ounces
of nature and half a dozen dead bodies…
With this at hand, I
easily turned page after page and I find it almost exhilarating to go along
with this story because you witness the fright that Myfanwy is going through;
every thing is brand new, she does not know anything, she isn’t certain of why
her hands feel like hers but don’t, and not to mention, the only thing
informing her of something is the letter inside her pocket.
‘Some one wants to kill but sorry, I haven’t
the slightest clue who it is; I’ll help you with every thing else, but you’re
on your own with that one.’
I’m not sure how to
put it quite accurately, so if I falter then hopefully you’ll go past that but
there is an obvious lack of knowledge, however this is sort of transformed into
a small journey to which Myfanwy takes us on (along with herself), and there is
a sense of ‘were all in this together’ so to speak, when we go through the day
to day routine.
Myfanwy comes across
continues notes, all from her previous self and it is mentioned that the lack of
memory loss was expected, as we are soon informed that Thomas comes across many
people who inform her of the future event. With this in mind, Thomas’s previous
self prepares her future self if she does need to endure the process.
The new Myfanwy is
informed about where her home would be, where her work is, what her occupation
is, not to mention a folder is created with every tiny little detail she may
need to know.
How handy right?
It may appear like a
doddle, but of course there are consequences along with this, like the fact
Thomas has a meeting with Gestalt, but he is not aware of her memory loss and
apparently they have quite the companionship, which puts her under pressure
considering she is clueless to how her previous self used to act. Not only does
she have to appear knowledgeable to those around her, she has to be aware that
she maybe having a meeting with the person who is attempting to kill her.
What a hoot.
This book is written
as if you yourself are enduring the entire process and it gives you an entirely
different feel for the book, one of which I haven’t experienced before.
Once or twice I did
think ‘why hasn’t some one done this before? Or have they?’ I’m sure that I
have read the odd book here and there which has given of the same impression,
but no author has done it to this extent.
I guess what makes
this story line different is the fact O’Malley makes this very personal and
doesn’t back down when it comes to realistic thoughts.
Now I should behave
and not reveal anything further about the story or I’ll feel as if I’ve
completely spoilt it all for you.
It’s probably obvious
that I’ve enjoyed this book to quite an extent, although I’m not entirely sure if it has made it’s way onto my favourite books of this year; I don’t know why but
I’m being incredibly fickle with it, which if I’m being honest, is rather
aggravating me.
This book isn’t easy
to ignore in the slightest and I know for sure I won’t ever forget it.
Too many feelings and
thoughts.
Bollocks.
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