As someone who reads (and writes) post-apocalyptic stories, this one took me by surprise. In a good way.
Here’s the thing. When I pick my books, I only read the ‘hook’ aka first sentence or two of the description and make my decision right then and there. I only have time for x amount of books a year, and my to-read list is a mile wide so if I’m not hooked from the get-go it’s probably not going to get read.
Anyway, in this book I saw post-apocalypse, virus, woman’s children die in her arms and she goes to find somewhere to live while leaving notes for others to find her. Interesting premise so I figured I’d give it a shot.
What I did not expect, however, was the major difference between this book and every other post-apocalypse scenario I’ve encountered in the past. The dead don’t become zombies or monsters. They become…something else I can’t say without spoilers. Something terrifying because it’s not at all unbelievable.
There was a point where I actually started to psych myself out because I was alone (my husband went out with some friends) and a part came where I debated putting the book down and wishing he would come home. Crazy, I know.
Aside from the horror, it’s also partially a romance. I was glad for the lack of corniness, which made the romance part realistic. Very little eye-rolling and a lot of feels.
I’m really glad I read this one, and I think if you’re into the post-apocalyptic scenario you will not be disappointed. It’s very well written and gives a whole new perspective to the genre.