Station Eleven is an interesting book. I mean that in an extremely positive way. A plague/disease basically ravages the earth and there are only a some survivors. Station Eleven follows a few characters with varying degrees of intricacy. Normally this would bother me (see World War Z), but for Station Eleven it worked very well. Emily St. John Mandel is a beautiful writer and even though Station Eleven was, at its core, about a post apocalyptic world, she somehow made it sound beautiful. It was a surprisingly soothing book to read given the subject matter and I almost felt like I was floating above the characters and watching them. It had a sadness to it, but also the calm feeling that everything was going to be OK. There are a few characters that are followed before the “apocalypse” (I’m not sure what else to call it!) and a few that are followed after. It’s a very interesting take on a post-apocalyptic story, but it works. The juxtaposition between life before the plague and after was very well done and it helped capture the ethereal nature of the book. I very much so enjoyed reading Station Eleven and would highly recommend.
Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel
My boyfriend initially read and highly recommended Station Eleven for me to read. In my most recent library trip back in late September, I picked it up and even traveled with it to France! I went to the library a few days before leaving and picked up three books. Which, in retrospect was a bit foolish. Silly me, thinking I was going to read while on vacation. European vacations are exhausting! There is no time to read, so many things to see, and when I got home I just wanted to watch some TV on my phone and go to bed. Anyway, after reading about twenty pages before I went to France, I finally finished Station Eleven when I got home. I know you’re asking since it’s December now…yes, I’ve since renewed all three books three times. Go ahead, call me a monster.