Finished Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel πŸ“š

The book I read prior to this had an interesting story, but I was frustrated with how one-dimensional the characters were. Station Eleven was so well written.

In the second chapter of the book, I began thinking, “I thought this was a dystopian novel.” Then the author dropped this line:

In the lobby, the people gathered at the bar clinked their glasses together. β€œTo Arthur,” they said. They drank for a few more minutes and then went their separate ways in the storm.

Of all of them there at the bar that night, the bartender was the one who survived the longest. He died three weeks later on the road out of the city.

Chapter 2 –Station Eleven

I was hooked from that point.