Sheesh, what a longgggg book. It was only 450 pages but they were longggggggg pages. Dense pages. I skimmed in places. I admit it. The Echo Maker was interesting, it was just long. But I said that, didn’t I?
A guy gets into a car accident. A bad one. Head trauma. He wakes up, slowly starts to recover. But he doesn’t recognize his sister – the only living relative he has – the person closest to him. He says she looks very much like his sister and yes she knows all sorts of things his sister would know but she’s an imposter.
So there’s this dramaaaaaa over him not knowing who she is. On top of the drama that goes along with recovering from a severe head injury. There’s also drama related to the migrating birds and big business doing what big business always does to birds. Also drama related to dysfunctional parents. And on top if it all, we get drama from the mystery surrounding the accident. Just how did it happen? And who left this mysterious note next to his bed on the night of the accident. Drama! Intrigue! But really, err not so much. Obvious, duh.
The superstar neurology guy is interesting. Until the author has him do dumb stuff at the end. Unnecessary. The brain isn’t that complicated or stupid, I could have done without all of that.