I’m breaking my rule of reviewing one book for this blog then reviewing one for The Guardian, simply because I felt like this book was better for here and the book I’m reading right now is better for there. Simple, right? Maybe not. But I picked this book up at the library because I can be cultural and I can pick up books at various sources, and I don’t know why I put off reading it for so long.
Adam’s girlfriend is pretty much gone. His brother is presumed dead, and life isn’t going too well for him. And this at a time of revolution. The Zealots want people to understand human rights, and couple all of this with something brand new. A drug. Called Death. If you take Death, you have one incredible week to live. You can do anything, be anything and the drug leads you to enable you to do all that. But, at the end of that week, you die. Adam is tempted to take this drug, and thinks he has nothing to lose. But in truth, he has everything to lose.
I have never read a Melvin Burgess novel. Ever. I even went so far as to criticise him in the last Guardian piece I did. But this book was an eye-opener.
It’s not quite a book about suicide, it’s more on it’s own sort of level.
I actually really enjoyed reading this book. It was such a gripping read I finished it in a whole day. That’s not happened for a while so I was proud of that.
The sensitivity of the issues presented is there and it’s still very delicately touched upon. How realistic the storyline is is another story entirely, but it’s fiction. The stories aren’t supposed to be realistic. Unless they’re realism. But again, that’s still another story.
This is a story I’d recommend to anyone who enjoys books about family or similar issues, but I can’t pinpoint an exact author or type of book I think people would relate this to. It’s a book on its own genre.
Great work Melvin. I enjoyed this book and will read many more.