This book got under my skin and wouldn’t leave me alone. It was so different, and yet so familiar. The main character is about the same age as I am, so I could relate to her in that way, and her bravery and persistence shone through so much that I couldn’t help but root for her. All of the characters, except the bad guys of course, were wonderful. So real I could hear them breathing, and feel their desperation. The house was equally vivid for me. I could smell the decay and hear the crunch of glass under my imaginary feet.
I’m not sure why I waited so long to read this book but I so glad I did. It has changed me, at least in the way I look at my own house and surroundings now.
If you like post-apocalyptic stories without a ton of in-your-face death, or even just stories about human survival on a person and psychological scale, you’ll like this one.