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520 pages, Hardcover
First published October 4, 2016
Two girls, two stories. One epic journey for truth, friendship, family and love. Sounds quite intriguing, right?
Reality check: teenage drama, teenage hormones, teenage bitchiness, teenage love saves the world.
This book is - quoting: Replica is an ambitious, thought-provoking masterwork.
Ambitious - yes, plenty of it. Thought-provoking - um, abs-provoking? I know it's not New Adult level, but Replica is very good at reclining from the main theme, diving into sexuality instead of sci-fi element it claims to have.
Lyra is the replica aka clone. Lyra is on the run. Lyra wants to punish men who did bad things to her and her friends. What Lyra does? Riiiiight, thinks about abs.The soap Gemma had bought was lilac-scented and pale purple, and Lyra found herself thinking of 72, naked, washing with purple soap, and the urge to giggle bubbled up in her chest.
72 is the guy whose abs Lyra wants to ogle, by the way. Like, you just got out of the facility you were living your whole life in, you know shit about real life or what to do, but, of course, your first instinct is to fantasize about boys. Yeah, why not indeed.
Gemma is a human girl, whose father is somehow involved with the whole Replica business. She, of course, goes to look for answers. Shy, absolutely self-conscious about her weight girl, who never did anything radical in her life before, goes on a fucking adventure without planning what she's gonna do once she reaches her destination. Brilliant! Predictable. Of, course, a cute guy agrees to drive her there. What does the girl think about?His lips were soft. He didn’t try and put his tongue in her mouth and she was glad. It was her very first kiss and she was nervous, too nervous to have to sort out whether she was doing it right or worry about opening her mouth and whether she was using too much tongue or too little.
Then she meets another cute boy and guess what?Maybe she’d sit down next to him and he’d try and touch her thigh or force his tongue down her throat. Then again, she wouldn’t mind. If anyone was in danger of getting sexually harassed, it was probably him.
And more abs!
Then we have some slat-shaming of the best friend, because she was ogling Gemma's abs. Fuck you, my best friend!“And who’s that?” Her eyes had landed on Jake. She looked as if she wanted to lick him. Gemma was surprised her tongue wasn’t lolling out of her mouth.
This is all so primitive, so juvenile. If I was reading a book about two teenage girls discovering the world, this book would've matched the profile, but I was promised a sci-fi book with EPIC fucking adventures! Plus the girls act like they have multi-personalities. At first, they investigate and mull about really serious stuff, and play - effectively - detectives. It takes quite a mature level of reasoning to do what they do, but the next moment stupid teenage drama kicks in, and we have four-year-olds in da style "show me you pennis, and I'll show you my vagina". Plus I am really bothered by the fact that - not only in this book - a girl can distinguish a guy's eye colour standing on the other side of the rode (jeez, I'd need kiber-sight to see shit from such distance), or seeing a stranger for the first time in her life, she notices every fucking detail about him: his nose, lip's shape, what he looks like under his shirt, hair colour - precise hair colour, mind you! Geez, I can't even remember one situation in my life when I was paying attention to so many features in a person I've only met five minutes ago.
And the ending is just epic. I get that there's going to be a sequel, and no real answers were given in this one. But if you read Delirium trilogy and remember how it ended, you probably know everything you need about Replica's ending
I tried, really tried, to read and like Lauren Oliver's latest books. But none of them managed to hold my attention or interest. Too much ambition, bad execution.
Bye, Replica!
Monsters, they call us. Demons.
Sometimes, on sleepless nights, we wonder if they’re right.
“Those girls are clones, Gemma. They lack brains.”
“They’ve been experimenting on the replicas,”
"Monsters weren’t made, at least not by birth or fate or circumstance. Monsters chose to be monsters. That was the only terrible birth, the kind that happened again and again, every day.”
“They were born for the first time in their bodies. They were born together. They came together into the world as everyone should - frightened, uncertain, amazed, grateful.
And for them the world was born, too, in all its complexity and strange glory. They had a place in it, at last, and so at least it became theirs to share.”