The Originals by Cat Patrick
Little, Brown | Hardcover, 304 pages
May 7th, 2013
Rating: 3 out of 5 Stars
Very cool concept. I’d have liked it more if the author gave it a little hint of suspense. I read it in four hours, tops – which goes to show that it had me by the nose, regardless.
Clones, Lizzie, Betsey, and Ella Best have lived a third of their lives since they’ve learned they weren’t triplets. They were a product of the only successful cloning hidden from the world. Every day, they take turns living the life of one Elizabeth Violet Best; which was working for the most part, until Lizzie meets Sean Kelly.
Lizzie felt cheated of a life to call her own. When the complication of living one person’s life in three bodies arises, the sisters start breaking the rules set by their mother. Rules that were created to protect them became their shackles. They start doubting the real reason why they couldn’t come out as triplets as they did when they were kids. Little by little, the seeds of doubt sprouted budding leaves of lies that will ultimately reveal who they are and the truth about their own mother.
I’ve always had this preconceived notion that clones are like robots; automatons who can’t think for themselves but for what they were initially programmed for. In this respect, the sisters can be likened to those machineries. They did what they were told without questions. It all changed when the heart (and hormones, for that matter) became part of the equation.
I have to admit that I was plagued with questions in the beginning. It started to irritate me that they would live this way when they could easily pass themselves off as triplets. But as I delved deeper into the story, I grew to understand why: they were essentially on the run because they were technically stolen genes. So my first thought was that they will be chased; that there’ll be some bad people who would try to find them, take them for the purpose of experiments. Unfortunately, there were no suspense here. No chases, no men in black. There was a woman, and that was it. Even that turned out to be nothing.
The mother gave me the impression of having some hidden agenda from the get go; that her purpose for totalitarianism-like upbringing holds a different meaning other than for the girls’ protection. In the end, I wasn’t placated – much like Lizzie had some lingering doubts to the bitter end.
I really think this book could’ve used a bit more thrills. I was hooked to the story but it was lacking, somehow. The revelations were anti-climactic, and to be honest, I couldn’t even gather enough “care” in the world to be disappointed.
My opinion? Read it; not for the story itself but for your chance to meet Sean Kelly: the Clark Kent in disguise if Clark Kent fronts an indie band. So dreamy.