Love Deleted by British author Paul Indigo presents a compelling premise: a woman seeks to erase her love for her cheating husband through a groundbreaking surgical procedure known as Fluorogenetic Synaptic Deletion, a fictional term relating to the real science of optogenetics.
I wanted to love this book, but unfortunately, it fell short. Here are my reasons why.
First of all, plot twists normally hit me like a good old punch to the gut—like they’re supposed to—but I saw this one coming a mile away. So when it finally came to light, I felt both clever and disappointed at the same time.
Second, I found it difficult to embrace the author’s unique writing style. The prose was full of quirky Britishisms that got in the way of my enjoyment of the story. Take, for instance, they pulled the car out the ditch in place of they pulled the car out of the ditch. I might've thought this was an intentional choice to lend the prose an authentic British flavor. However, because these colloquialisms appear in the narrative itself rather than the dialogue, I’m inclined to believe they simply reflect the author’s natural speech. Coincidentally, my husband and I are heading to England next week to visit his relatives. I’ll ask them about it while we’re there.
There was also an element of intense repetition that was likely meant to emphasize the protagonist's emotional turmoil. Instead, it served as a constant source of irritation for me. To paraphrase how it often went: “Oh no, Jethro. Not you, Jethro. Oh Jethro, Jethro, Jethro.”
Finally, there were several punctuation and spelling errors, including the misspelling of the author’s own word, Fluorogenetic.
With those annoyances aside, what kept me reading was the very idea that a person’s love for another could be erased. It reminded me of the 2004 film Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, a connection the author seemingly acknowledges by referencing it in one of his scenes.
Ultimately, Love Deleted wasn’t my cup of English Breakfast, but here's the link if you wish to judge it for yourself.
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