I have wanted to read this book for a while, and I admit to being sold on it because of the blurb where Stephen King calls it the best horror story he's read since Peter Straub's Ghost Story - a claim that is just purely ridiculous. First, Ghost Story was boring boring boring - surely that's not the baseline that King uses for comparison. Hell, my grocery list is more readable, interesting, and terrifying than that snoozefest. Secondly, this book was not very horrorish at all once it got going. It was more of a sci-fi thriller, if anything. So, yeah, I'm convinced that the blurb was one of those sight-unseen things where authors are just like "Sure, yeah, throw my name on it and sign the check over. What do I care? Everyone makes a few bucks. Win/win."
That is not to say that this was a bad book. It just wasn't the great one that King seemed to promise us (depending on how much you trusted a comparison to Ghost Story, I mean).
The book started out on a great foot. We meet Alex and Leslie, quickly see their relationship form, and just as quickly get a background of their desire for a baby, which they have trouble conceiving. So they try some things, and some more things, and a lot more things, and generally throw oodles of disposable income at their infertility, and then finally as a last ditch effort, they see a mysterious doctor in an Eastern European country... and poof, consider that bun popped into the oven.
And that's where things get a bit bizarre. The treatment is... different. The 'treatment' that Leslie gets (and I use that term to mean both the actual injections, and the way it was administered) is fucked right from the word go. Tens of thousands of dollars, up front, for a series of shots from a creepy dude and his rude assistant in a dingy "examination" room, while a salivating Rottweiler tries to attack you? No thanks. And that's exactly what Leslie says... but her husband has already had his shots, and they've come all this way, and paid all this money, and then it's just a couple shots... Come on, honey, take one for the team! She's basically injection-raped - forced, despite her protests to have the shots. And yet, despite what would, to most people in the universe, I think, be grounds for divorce and/or murder... they're hot for each other almost immediately. Bow chicka bow wow and all that jazz. Give or take a letter.
After finishing the book, or, well, after understanding the treatment, I totally get why it wasn't that big a deal to them afterwards. They'd had some... questionable materials entered into their systems, and it changed things around and the hormones and the instincts and the needs all reacted. Nature took over while nurture took a breather. And eventually they had their babies.
This first section was intriguing, sometimes funny, a little bit disturbing, but good. I liked it quite a lot. But from here... the story kinda went off the rails a bit.
I actually really liked the two main characters of Alex and Leslie, especially after the treatments. They were interesting, and I thought that their devotion and desire and love for each other, while manic at times, was ultimately kind of sweet.
Their kids didn't think so, though. They thought they were scary. Which is also true, I guess. So they run away. And then it's just thriller gogogo until almost the end, where it kind of slows to a crawl and then kinda fizzles. Reading the interview with the author at the end, it seems that this is supposed to be continued in at least one more book, which makes sense regarding some of the people we're introduced to, but for me, this was a standalone. It was a little too all over the place for me. I wanted more of the consequences of the treatment, and less of the chasing of the runaways.
And speaking of the kids. They are precocious ten year olds, and both as Mary & Gary as their parents were interesting. They were like little adults running around doing the things that adults thought that kids would do in a particular situation, and not very well. I definitely identified more with the parents here. The kids, and all of the other kids... I couldn't care about. They were just sort of a mishmash of all street kid types, with an alpha (with a heart of gold) leading the group. It was just... *shrug* There was one couple that interested me, because of something they said, but they were introduced, and then left behind, and that was that. Probably in the sequel.
And then there was one kid that just... I didn't get his place in the story. I won't ruin things, but I will say that his being trotted out as a showpiece really bothered me for several reasons. One, it was neither his fault, nor the fault of the person being shown, that things worked out the way they did, and it just seemed cruel to both parties. I really didn't get it.
This was a quick read - I read the majority of it today, and while it was one of those books that was easy to keep turning the pages, I didn't really feel wholly invested in it. I read more to find out what happened - not because I particularly cared. And strewn throughout the book there were some misspellings that bugged me, especially as this was a professionally published book which should have been proofread and edited properly.
Not a bad book, but definitely did not live up to the blurb hype. *sigh*