A suspenseful, cutting-edge novel about two parents who finally get the daughter they’ve always wanted—it’s too bad she isn’t real. From the author of We Hear Voices.
For Tamsyn and Ed, life is tough. They both work long hours for very little money and come home to their moody, rebellious daughter, Scarlett.
After a tragic accident leaves Scarlett comatose and with little chance of recovery, Tamsyn and Ed are out of options until a lifeline emerges in the form of an unusual medical trial. In exchange for the very best treatment for Scarlett, a fully furnished apartment, and a limitless spending account, the family must agree to move to Switzerland and welcome an artificial copy of their daughter into their home.
Suddenly their life is transformed. Tamsyn and Ed want for nothing, and the AI replacement, Sophie, makes it feel just like having their daughter back—except without all the bad parts. Sophie is engaged, happy, and actually wants to spend time with her parents.
But things take a turn for the worse when Scarlett makes a very real recovery and the family discovers that the forces behind their new life are darker than they ever could have imagined.
Admittedly, I don't read a lot of sci-fi, medical thrillers, or futuristic-type books, but The New One intrigued me - and it delivered on all fronts. This book kept me turning pages while giving me that spine-tingling feeling. You know the one; the one that makes you look over your shoulder because it feels like someone's watching. Logically, I know no one was watching, and this is fiction (right?), but that didn't stop me from being all kinds of creeped out. Evie Green's writing style and storytelling pull you in and hold on tight, and if you don't white-knuckle your Kindle a few times, you're stronger than I am. I was holding on for dear life, knowing that this whole thing had to go horribly wrong. This may not fall into the genres or tropes I usually pick up, but this is definitely my kind of thriller. If you like a bit of intensity and some chills, you need to give The New One a read.
PROLOGUE
I listen for a long time before any of the words
make sense. When they do, I can grab only a word here or there. Soleil. Le
weekend.
I try to hold on to the other words but I can't
reach them. Everything comes and goes. I am floating.
After a while I realize I am not floating. I
have a body.
I am in a body.
I am a body.
My eyes are closed, and after a long time I
think that since I am back in my body, I might try to open them. After some
more time, I try. It doesn't work.
I know there is noise, but I can’t make sense of
it. My sense of smell seems as if someone switched it on, and it is unbearable.
The smells crowd into my head and I want them to go away. It smells like
medicine, clean things, chemicals. Not home.
Things hurt. People do things to me. They poke
me and move me, and sometimes it hurts and sometimes I don’t feel anything. I
sense light outside my eyelids. It goes away and comes back. It gets darker and
then lighter. I drift back to my dark place, and I come up again.
One day the sounds start to form shapes and I
find that I know a word. I know that it is the word for the person I need, the
person who will pull me out of here.
I try to make my mouth say it: “Mum.”
Chapter 1
Five months before
November
She had been daydreaming. The water had
evaporated and the cauliflower was sticking to the bottom of the pan and the
potatoes were burning, because she'd forgotten all of it. It was salvageable,
but she didn't want it.
"Oh, shut up," she told it
nonsensically, and turned off the gas ring. Everything annoyed her.
She tried to focus on the television. It was a
reality show, one that usually distracted her just enough. Tonight, though, it
wasn't working.
Scarlett wasn't missing. She was out. If she
hadn't overdone the cover story by throwing in Leanne, it wouldn't have been
worrying yet. It was still all right.
She messaged her. Please just send a text.
Nothing happened. She messaged again and called her phone and she didn't
answer.
She turned the TV off and messaged Ed, hating
the fact that she was admitting defeat again. He replied at ten forty-five.
Fuck's sake honey! Again?!????
Yeah, I'll find her.
At least he replied to her when it was about
Scarlett. Since he worked late nights and she worked early mornings, they
hardly saw each other. That was why they were still together.
She looked at the photo on the wall. They had
been happy once.
It was a picture of the three of them taken when
Scarlett was about four. They had been on the beach at Perranporth, standing in
front of the Atlantic Ocean, the beach wide and sandy around them. Their hair
was blowing around and they were laughing. Scarlett stood between them, holding
their hands.
They had been happy because Scarlett had been a
dreamy child. They had been happy because their relationship was newer, and
they weren't ground down by life. Scarlett had been an adorable little girl,
always asking questions about everything. They had kept her supplied with books
from the library, had tried to find the answers she needed, had done everything
they could to help her have a better life than they did.
She had learned to read before she went to
school, and together they had all learned a bit of French from an app. Her
parents agreed (as all parents probably did) that their daughter was
exceptionally bright and brilliant, and as the years went by, they encouraged
her to do her homework, to be top of the class, to excel at everything and keep
her options wide open.
She was exactly average-sized for her age, which
seemed like a good thing: she could never be teased for being too big or too
small. She had curly dark hair and intense brown eyes, and she would climb into
bed with them at night, cuddling up and whispering, "I love you so much,
Mummy." She used to ask for a baby brother. Her favorite color was blue.
She wanted to see snow. She wanted to have snowball fights, to climb mountains,
to see the pyramids. She wanted to do everything.
She had been the best child ever. And then, a
few weeks before she turned thirteen, Scarlett had changed.
Excerpted from The New One by
Evie Green Copyright © 2023 by Evie Green. Excerpted by permission of Berkley.
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