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My review on book Looking Good Dead by Peter James
An excellent story, the attitude to which will change over and over again throughout the reading. A very cinematic, almost ready-made script, with an extremely simple language, it nevertheless touches upon very important questions. A young married couple is desperate that each of them is the carrier of a rare disease gene, which is very likely to occur in their future children. After experiencing the death of a young son, they do not dare to become parents again, so as not to condemn the other children to torment. But science does not stand still, and our disgraced scientist offers not only to subtract from the genome of parents, in general, all possible hereditary diseases but also to fulfill any of their wishes for the future offspring. To the credit of John and Naomi, from excesses like superintelligence and extraordinary sports talents, they refuse immediately, they are primarily interested in the health of the future baby. True, they allow themselves to choose the sex of the child, which is now banned in the vast majority of countries, but still agree to approximately determine its growth. But in comparison with the enormous capabilities of the all-powerful Doctor Detroit this, really, is a trifle. Well, then ... in general, they wanted it better, but it turned out worse than ever. The abstract was similar to the script for a slightly mediocre film "Godsend", and I expected this kind of development of events: a long-awaited child turns out to be somehow not, and the whole plot will be built on the horror of parents, their attempts to build a happy family and put up with what is happening; end they will be punished for interfering in the divine harvest or give a second chance. And even if so, it would be interesting to read about this. But the book was much deeper and very pleased. Of course, one should not expect either a seriousness or a certain style: it is primarily a prose story written in a very simple, perhaps even primitive language, with cheap short-lived parallel lines with sectarians, which Dan Brown clearly bears, with a claim to a thriller. The more unexpected it turned out to meet the very sensible thoughts contained in the book. First of all, it touches upon the theme of parenthood. Do children have to conform to the parental ideas about them? Who do we really think about when choosing gifts or inviting guests to a children's holiday - about our child as a person or about oneself, wanting to amuse one's self-esteem and strengthen their positions in the society of other parents? Are we ready to perceive our child as an individual with our own interests and needs, or will we treat it as our property? And where does the line between caring for children and their own rights lie? What can parents do, whose dreams of quiet family evenings with touching babbling babies break off about the harsh reality? The book puts a lot of questions, very unobtrusively offers to answer them. Well, or you can just take it as a good way to spend an evening, watching the re-drinking of the plot.