This is post-apocalyptic London at its grimmest. Frozen bodies line the street in front of looted shops, fire has decimated the city where London Bridge has literally fallen down. Violence is now normal, rape is rife, food is beyond scarce and death seems all but certain.
So as you can imagine this book is not for the faint hearted, nor is it an easy read. Our narrator is a nameless woman who has lost her memory. Her journey is one of fragmented flashbacks and confusion; as to who she is (or was). She is haunted by memories and ghosts from her past. This all sounds pretty confusing, and although you are flung about from past to present almost simultaneously, the story is surprisingly easy to follow.
The writing in this book is beautiful in parts, almost poetic. Tragedy and guilt are a recurring theme and are tackled with grace and style. Our narrator’s real struggle comes as a mother trying to save her children in a time of mortal crisis, rash decisions need to be made in the face of the looming apocalypse.
THEN does a great job of asking questions, What the hell would I do in this situation?, Who the hell can I trust?, Can I trust myself? And should I really be following this dead dog? You’ll know what I mean if you read it.
Now as I said before this isn’t an easy read, but it is a rewarding one. It keeps you guessing the whole way through and keeps you on your toes. There is a nice WTF twist moment at the end that came as a nice wee punch to the gut. So final verdict, absolutely read this book, but be prepared to think life is hopeless.
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