All good books begin their lives with a seed of inspiration, that idea. Writers are only limited by their imaginations and that’s never truer than with science fiction. Thinking out of the box is a given.
Alisia Compton is a young talent from America, her work may need a good edit and a thorough polish, but she will never be limited by lack of imagination.
This novel rests on a very contemporary issue – that society demands perfection and some will go to any length to steal it.
Add cloning to the mix and you get a tale that twists and turns - you’re never sure who the bad guy really is. Do we push the boundaries of medicine towards that horizon, or accept life, with all its imperfections, as we’re dealt it?
Despite the rough edges this book did what all books should do – got me hooked until the final page.
Alisia has written several novels. A generation ago we would never have read them. Twelve: After Midnight is a work in progress – the progress of a developing author.
By definition, a memoir is always going to be a little self-indulgent. But what I enjoyed about Debbianne’s book is the way she sets about telling her story like a friend updates you after an extended break. You get the whole saga – good, bad and warts and all. What friends always do, as Debbianne does, is balance the story with commonsense and humour – bucket loads of it.
To begin with, her hyper writing left me breathless and I fought to keep up, but once in her groove I was at her shoulder, flexing with her energetic prose.
A big question mark seemed to hang over Debbianne – she sought the answers through some honest and hysterical means, mostly spiritual. Some worked, some didn’t – most just moved her on to another American town and more questions.
And that’s the key – she’s definitely a free spirit and the constraints of any structured studying were clearly at odds with her sparky personality.
Debbianne’s quest to become a clairvoyant, to experience life-changing moments of spirituality, was fascinating to read. But I concluded that her life itself is the big experience. The author has lived through some difficult periods and come through them all – stronger, wiser? Only she can answer that – maybe there should always be a question mark?