I received this book for free from the author in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.The God Organ by Anthony J. Melchiorri
on October 14th 2014
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Immortality is within reach.In 2063, a biotechnological revolution sweeps the nation. Behind this movement is Chicago-based medical giant LyfeGen. The company dominates the biotech industry with their Sustain, an implantable artificial organ designed to grant its recipients near-immortality. But many of those recipients are suddenly dying.Biomedical scientist Preston Carter developed the Sustain to improve and save lives. Yet there are others that would see him fail. Extreme religious groups, radical movements, and competing corporations would prefer to see LyfeGen collapse rather than allow “the god organ” to fundamentally alter medicine and the human body. In a race against time, Carter must learn to trust resourceful journalist Audrey Cook. She may hold the key to discovering who is sabotaging the Sustain. And with the organ already implanted in his own body, Carter must uncover the truth before he’s killed by his invention.
THE GOD ORGAN is a near-future medical thriller that takes the reader on a suspenseful ride filled with sinister conspiracies, intriguing biomedical science, and rampant corruption that will leave readers wondering just how dangerous becoming a god may really be.
Okay. *deep breath* I’m going to try my best to put all my thoughts into words and still be somewhat coherent. When I first heard about this book, my eyes were pulled directly to the word “dystopian” and I said HELL YES! I love being drawn into a well built futuristic world! In that aspect, I wasn’t disappointed. Melchiorri did a fantastic job putting together a not-too-distant future with realistic potential. The way that health care and technology are headed, it was very easy to imagine this kind of future within my lifetime.
And this is where I begin to find it hard to rate this book. Even though it is dystopian, it is also very political and is more medical thriller than I’m used to. This is NOT my typical genre. I have read my fair share of John Grisham novels back in the day, and I wouldn’t hesitate to recommend this book to Grisham fans. Just like back in my angsty teen years though, I found myself getting bogged down by technical jargon. The God Organ leans heavily on the scientific and political aspect of the medical system. It has a way of stalling the story for me.
The story was intriguing enough that I kept plugging along. I still needed to know how it would all turn out! As the story moved forward, the characters really began to open up (and there are a LOT of characters). I had a hard time telling them apart at first, but I really enjoyed all of the various POVs and how they blended with each other.
Overall, Melchiorri has a great writing style, and the editing is nearly perfect! I would recommend it to the right friends, and would consider reading more books by this author. 🙂
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