Now, Proxy is a very...strange book, I suppose. The world we are transported into is a society that, just like the old video game "Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic", has a lower city and an upper city, and the lower city is known as "The Valve", the trash can of life and home of the proxies. Every proxy has a patron, aka a teen in the upper class. Actually, I don't know if any of the adults have proxies until they die, but the focus on the story is Proxy Sydney Carton and his patron Knox, a spoiled kid who feels a little bit unloved by his father. He's one of those people who doesn't understand how lucky he actually is. In this society, if a patron does something bad or goofs up, the proxy takes the punishment. I know. Weird, right? But the more I thought about it, the more I could see a society functioning around that. The wealthy stay out of jail and the people in the slums earn a boss and can get by (barely). Because Sydney, Syd for short, is black, I found this book is a type of metaphor to their kind and it compares with grace. Anyway, after Knox messes up in a giant car accident, Syd gets a little roughed up once again by The Guardians, the officers in charge of the punishing, and decides he is not taking punishments any longer and he's going to escape to the Rebooters, these people who are only rumoured to exist. And Knox may somehow become a part of it.
I'm sorry to report that this book is filled with spelling errors that I could tell were probably not noticeable to the author when flipping through the book. But I kind of didn't mind because my books have a few errors and after reading this book and two others in a row who aren't perfect in the grammar, I felt a bit better about messing up since I wasn't the only one. During the first act, I was a little confused about what was going on and had to read the back for more information, the easiest thing to grab being that there are characters who use names from classic books as pseudonym's, an original idea that Alex London kind of ditched after the first act. But when it's exciting, it flows very nicely. It isn't always a page turner but where the book truly excels is making relatable characters, not only showing off the poor but also showing us how luckier we actually are and that we sometimes take things like water for showers and clothes for granted. Who ever heard of pills that could grow in your stomach and fill you up with flavour? Sounds like a good idea to me. There's also a character who mocks these people a little too much who gets a punch that I think was at the right time. And the final third act surprisingly left me pumped, even though there were a few unanswered questions I had, like where this water came from in the desert and my proxy question before.
The last thing I should definitely point out is the best thing this novel does is show that boy's kissing isn't always put in entertainment to be funny (though it works), or for gay marriage or whatever, but for friendship.