In this version of London, there is a small, private clinic. Behind its layers of security, procedures are taking place on poor, robust teenagers from northern Estates in exchange for thousands of pounds – procedures that will bring the wealthy dead back to life in these young supple bodies for fourteen days.
It’s an opportunity for wrongs to be righted, for fathers to meet grandsons, for scientists to see their work completed. Old wine in new bottles.
But at what cost?
I really wanted to love this book but I just couldn’t.
There was a lot of description which I generally find difficult to read so it was partly that the style of the book didn’t work for me.
But I also didn’t like the complete lack of respect for the host bodies. I was expecting something more like ‘Dollhouse’ where the ‘hosts’ are respected and cared for. Instead in this book they almost seemed to be forgotten while they were ‘hosting’.
I really really didn’t like that the lead scientist had sex with a body that was playing ‘host’ to a dead persons consciousness and for no apparent reason either.
There was no relationship there, apart from academic admiration for the ‘tourist’ and apparent lust for the body, it just seemed to sex for the sake of it and made the whole story feel a bit seedy, and just didn’t feel right.
Not for me I’m afraid.
With thanks to Hodder and Stoughton for an e-arc in exchange for an honest review.
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