This review was first posted on http://www.rubysreads.com. 
 I suppose, in this era of YA paranormals, it's not so rare to have a book open with the death of the heroine. What does makes Revived a bit different, I suppose, is the fact that Daisy doesn't come back to life as vampire, or with strange new powers. She's just an ordinary girl who happens to have had the bad luck to die several times--and the good luck to have been Revived just as many. 
 Miracle drug aside, Revived is a coming-of-age novel. Despite her unusual situation, Daisy is a teenager making some of the crummiest discoveries about life--that it's not fair, that some of the people you'll meet will kind of suck, and that nothing is as black and white as it seems. In fact, I'd say that Revived focuses on these mundane life issues more than it does on the implications of its main twist. 
 When I think about a teenager who has had five close brushes with death, I immediately jump to the implications. For me, it's not about the people playing God, but about how such a thing would interfere with a person's development. Teenagers already tend to think they're immortal...so what happens when you reinforce that kind of thinking? Instant conflict, right? Sadly, Patrick doesn't take her story (or her characters) down that road, even though the description suggests it. 
 Despite the fact that I thought the author could have done more with the "twist" of her book, I was willing and ready to go along for the ride. Daisy's relationship with her "father," Mason, was probably my favorite part of the novel. The romance fell flat, and at a certain point, I think Patrick flirted with the idea of having Matt betraying Daisy and/or turning out to be an as** but then chickened out at the last minute. 
 Where the book fells apart is at the end. I can't discuss it too much without spoiling, but Patrick basically pulled the rug out from the her own emotional wrench. Basically, Daisy learns that she can't have her cake and eat it, too. Then, in the epilogue, Daisy gets all the cake, some ice cream, and a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries. Thereby, any enjoyment I derived from the rest of the book was dowsed. And that's probably the only time I've ever complained about a happy ending.