I like reading books about war dogs, shipwrecks, and lady aviators.
I finished this a few days ago and have been ruminating on it ever since. I quite liked the style and characterization, the movement through space and time, and the deftness with which the post-apocalyptic world was presented.
I read Blindness about a month ago, and it's hard not to draw comparisons between the two. Blindness was much heavier and emotionally taxing, but I preferred it slightly overall. Something about Station Eleven felt just a bit too...twee to me. It all came together just a bit too well.
I'm not entirely sure what felt off about this one, but I didn't love it the way most people seem to. What did/do you think?