I don’t know what year it is. I don’t know where I am. I don't even know my own name. None of that matters anymore. The only things that matter are the three things I know.
I am still alive.
Everyone else is gone.
I can’t die.
When that is your whole world, everything else just doesn’t matter. It doesn't matter anymore.
Natasha Yentrouc is an indie author who self published her first book in 2024. With several more projects in the works, you can look forward to seeing her pop up more and more often, in different genres and styles.
She is a health professional, and a high school science teacher in her everyday life. She has an adorable spitfire of a daughter, a loving husband, and two cats, and stays in Virginia Beach, Virginia (for now).
My god, that was depressing. I'm sure it was supposed to be, but now I feel like I need to go read something about puppies and rainbows if I don't want to be sad for the next week.
This is a short story about a technologically enhanced human soldier who can't die. The reasons for this are explained, but weak, and I'm pretty sure I noticed a way that these soldiers could die if they really wanted to. That would've negated the morose ending of the book, though.
The main character, a woman who's been on her own for years after a worldwide war wiped out nearly everyone and everything, is highly unlikable. Even though the story is fairly short, it's long enough that I couldn't wait to get out of her head. She doesn't remember much from before she was tinkered with by the scientists, including her name. I suspect it may have been Debbie (as in Debbie Downer).
I was willing to overlook some of my minor quibbles in the beginning because the overall premise was interesting. I thought it might even be a three-star read. Eventually, though, as the character started to grate on me, I noticed more and more problems. Verb tenses switched back and forth. I couldn't tell who was talking half the time due to the way the paragraphs were divided. And the formatting on the e-book was just weird, switching between indented and unindented paragraphs throughout. All those little things pulled me out of the story.
If you're feeling too happy and want to pull yourself down a bit, give this story a try. Otherwise... maybe skip it.
If you're looking for a HEA, keep scrolling—this isn't the book for you.
I'm a fan of Natasha's work, and after loving The Cursed Thief, I grabbed a copy of this one as soon as it was released.
If you know me, you know I'm a sucker for a GOOD angsty story, and 'It Doesn’t Matter Anymore' is a badass, heartbreaking, and excruciating short novella. The story is set in a dystopian world where our main character is trapped in an artificial body that can only die if 'deactivated' by another of her kind. The only problem? She's the last survivor on Earth.
Natasha did a fantastic job portraying the agony of isolation and the toll that eternal loneliness takes on the mind. I could completely feel the character's suffering and read with great curiosity until the very last page.
This is not an easy read. But if you have ever wondered if the book you hold is a window into the mind of an author or not, this book will certainly leave you with no doubts. A very visceral story about extreme loneliness, the inability to connect with others even an arms reach from you. This story is positively drowning in the excruciating present tense of trauma, the sense that it will never end, it will never be over. I have more empathy of survivors of all stripes now. Why can't they just 'snap out of it'? Now I realize that for them, there is no past to return to. There is no future to yearn towards. There is only the eternally protracted, hypervigilant now, extending as far as the eye can see, like the blasted desert the story is set in. This story scratches my itch, but it may not scratch yours. But if you like deep contemplative psychological thrillers that do not pull a single punch, this will make you feel bad in all the best ways.