Wow, I truly don't see what others seem to see in this book. I found it clunky, boring, blithely icky, under-characterized, lamely plotted. I guess I need characters to engage, and the three on display here were paper-thin obscurities. The dust cover notion that this is an "unforgettable love story" had me wondering if some kind of transposition happened in production. This spins forward some notions of the risks of genetic engineering, sharp inequality, environmental destruction, hubris and depravity, but there was no love anywhere. And that's maybe the biggest failing of all. This presents a caricature of human badness without any sense of human goodness, less still love, whatsoever. Not everything needs to be a love story, fine. But there's no art that isn't commerce, no humor that isn't mean, no science that isn't corrupt, no knowledge that isn't tainted, no morality or ethics of any kind. Without any kind of tension (romantic, moral, narrative), there's nothing to drive this except MA's sometimes-artful prose, and it's just not that compelling here.