I read
Method 15/33 yesterday (don't judge me--I'm sick) and it is one of those books that has an interesting premise that turns into a massive steaming pile of crap as soon as hooky intro is done.
A pregnant teenaged girl is kidnapped by a gang of baby thieves. Only this is not your garden-variety pregnant teenaged girl. She is MacGyver and Spock all rolled into one, a genius at all that is STEM and a person who has a limited capacity for emotion, which she can switch on and off at will. As soon as she is snatched off the street, she begins plotting how she will not only escape but kill her kidnapper in the process.
If only the set-up had stopped there. But no, it turns out that she was raised by wolves--not literally, of course, but her father is a former Navy SEAL turned physicist who has taught her all kinds of jujitsu and (oddly) tai chi and her mother is one of the world's best trial attorneys and they both travel a lot and leave her alone to study in her superduper, NASA-level lab that they've been happy to kit out for her. No one notices the girl is pregnant until she is seven months along, but that's because she wasn't trying to be noticed. And it is never explained why this genius-savant child of such hard-driving parents is still attending a public high school, where she gets mostly As and some Bs, when you would think her brilliant self would have zipped right through some private school with a strong psychiatric support staff and been at MIT at 15.
But I digress! One of the kidnappers has OCD, which works totally to her advantage, of course. One of the federal agents has his own set of superhuman powers and a childhood backstory as crazy as the protagonist's. There are extra-quirky supporting characters and there's even an identical twin who turns up to create havoc. The main kidnapper can't stand the protagonist, but inexplicably gives her the things she needs to complete her plot to kill him.
But what bothered me most about all this is the ending. Much of the book is devoted to the protagonist's inner musings on justice and revenge, which are openly, frankly sociopathic. And not only does she succeed in all her plans (of course), but she does so while leading this picture-perfect life in which she has friends and people who love her and joy and happiness and success in spite of being incapable of actually feeling any of those things for herself (glee at the suffering of her enemies, OTOH, is clearly something she feels deeply). The good guys in the book are all on her side and think she's awesome and the bad guys? They don't count.
I decided to see what other people thought of this book and, of course, see rave reviews. I don't understand it at all, I really don't.