Nearly to the end of chapter two I found myself asking “Why am I reading this?” And then I read the last sentence. Holy sh%$. This book was good, really good. But there is an underlying message I can’t help but ponder. When the end comes for us, it’s gonna be quick. Actors, playwrights, friends, husbands, wives, strangers, etc. Here one minute and gone the next.
I could name a few recent books and movies that might aim you in the right direction of where this book takes you but I don’t want to do that. A “normal” world one minute and upside down the next. Jumping from era to era, character to character. Emily St. John Mandel’s “Station Eleven,” is the tale of a potential future, created in a heartbeat by a pathogen. Modern characters, near and far, intertwined as the world turns inside out. Get it, read it, start prepping.