Please don't expect a plot synopsis. You can go here for that. I don't want to spoil it for you. What I will tell you is this... I loved this book.
This is something of a miracle.
I am a complete book snob and rarely love a book. Like, yes. Love, not always. Too many years of studying and reading genres like late Victorian era literature and enjoying Shakespeare made me that way. Disgust and disdain that celebs "write" books that get published made me that way. That being said, it is not that drivel alone that makes me a snob. The "best sellers" have made me dry heave too. Yann Martel's Life of Pi? Couldn't get past the third chapter. People were wetting themselves over Salmon Rushdie's The Enchantress of Florence. I put it down half way through because I was tired of waiting for a plot to happen.
I do not generally
My Name is Memory was going to be one of those books I read while commuting to and from work. I found myself totally immersed right away to the point I almost missed my stop on the way to work. To prevent this from happening, I limited myself to a chapter at a time. Yes, I am a geek like that but when a book is good, you want to savour it. Like a fine wine or an amazing orgasm.
A common complaint about this book is that the transition between character time lines is not harmonious and lacks cohesion. Really? Brasher uses chapters to separate the time lines. She even starts the chapters with the place and date the chapter is occurring in. My only complaint was the ending. It just ended. And I was super pissed off about that... here's Brasher begging the question "does true love last forever?" and all I get is an abrupt ending? Bah!
Fear not kids, Lord Google says My Name is Memory is actually book one of a trilogy.
And the angels sang!
Next up:
While this book has been on my amazon.ca wish list since it was released, I bought it sooner than anticipated because of the controversy over the cover. Aristotle and controversy, what's not to love?
