The Death House, by Sarah Pinborough, is complex. We are given a glimpse of each character in this book, but don't know a lot about any of them. Their interactions are fleeting and this means that even tiny incidents take on major meaning. Toby, the main character, shows a definite change from the beginning to the end of the story. At one point, about halfway through, I wasn't sure I wanted to read the rest. I wondered if I wanted to know what happened. A good book makes you think and this one made me think a lot. I am reminded to live each day as if it were your last. We all have that choice. Hope and despair are such close emotions. Spend a lazy, rainy day reading this one. You won't be sorry. It's all about the journey.
Toby’s life was perfectly normal… until it was unravelled by something as simple as a blood test.
Taken from his family, Toby now lives in the Death House; an out-of-time existence far from the modern world, where he, and the others who live there, are studied by Matron and her team of nurses. They’re looking for any sign of sickness. Any sign of their wards changing. Any sign that it’s time to take them to the sanatorium.
No one returns from the sanatorium.
Living in his memories of the past, Toby spends his days fighting his fear. But then a new arrival in the house shatters the fragile peace, and everything changes.
Because everybody dies. It’s how you choose to live that counts.