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419 pages, Hardcover
First published June 11, 2013
"Do you have any idea how many brains I have studied in my career?"The summary given in the book blurb is simple, deceptively simple. Read it again because I can't summarize it for you because I have no idea what I just read. Don't trust it. Don't trust anything in this book. I can't even tell you how it ends if my life is dependent upon it, because I am so utterly, completely confused.
"Seven hundred." Pause. "And fifty-two."
"Out of those seven hundred and fifty-two brains, only four have behaved in ways that I could not understand. In all four of those cases, I determined after extensive testing that those brains were aberrations to the point of no longer being technically human...yours is the fourth brain. And that makes you my first living monster."
"But how had I gone from Anna to Annaliese? And who were those other six girls in between?"Annaliese meets and had visions of strange people. The Physician, the Brujahs. She encounters everyday people who aren't who they seem to be. People who seem to just be borrowing someone else's skin.
And that's when I felt the first hunger pang. Even from my spot halfway up the bleachers, I could see the beads of sweat on his golden-brown skin. Except it didn't resemble sweat so much as the juices dripping from the crisped and crackling skin of a roasted chicken. I wanted to sink my teeth into him. My stomach growled with hunger at the thought. Saliva collected in my mouth. I swallowed loudly.This was all good for the first half of the book. Things are ambiguous, strange, I can chalk it up to her trauma from her disappearance, but the second half was an even bigger mess. Think the first half is weird? Reading the second half makes the first part feel like reading Pat the Bunny. More people got thrown into the equation, people who aren't even involved in Annaliese's everyday life. It's told through flashbacks, segments of recalled memories, memories of different people, from different times, from decades before. I found it incoherent, disjointed, disorienting.
The mom had been better when I was missing. The belief that she would find her daughter had fueled her. Now that she had me, it was worse. I was wrong. I’d thought an impostor might be better than no daughter at all. But the mom had never really lost Annaliese, because she’d refused to let her go.
This was the boy from next door. The boy with one red eye, who liked to record and replay people's screams.My skin crawls just thinking about Dex, honestly. The author does her best to prove Dex is a good guy, but I just can't think of him without revulsion.