Review: The Passage

The Passage
The Passage by Justin Cronin
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This over 700 page book took me 5 days to read – a rec ord, since I read for hours each night. But it was worth it. A tour de force, in a undead-vampire hybrid book. It starts out with the story of a military experiment gone awry, which quickly escalates into chaos that collapses the U.S. and possibly the world. Left are at least one pocket of survivors. Most of the book focuses on the group – how it came to be, and some central characters, strongly delineated, that stood at the heart of the book – ones that wanted to know, not just survive. Among them was “Amy” a young girl, maybe 13, who arrived at the Colony walls one day, about 100 years after the virus came and wiped out most of the population. Where she came from, how she got there, how she survived was a question she couldn’t answer. She didn’t speak. But some realized that she was different – that she radiated a power and a peace about her, and were determined to protect her at all costs. This led to a dangerous journey from southern California to Colorado – to the heart of where it all began, and finally down south to Texas. Sweeping, majestic, full of hope, human triumphs and failure, it is the most upbeat book on a world of chaos, which is why I didn’t classify it as “dystopian,” even though things are not rosy. Much is gone and most are barely hanging on, knowledge lost. But throughout the book, the message is clear – that if you open your mind and heart, answers will come, and things will get better. It delves deeply into each of the twelve that started out – with complex interpersonal relations, secrets, and yet abiding deep friendships. A must-read. Not sure how I missed this book that graced a large number of best books lists of 2010.

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One response to “Review: The Passage

  1. It was so apt that I chose the heart with the nails through it after spending part of this past week lying in the hospital not sure if my ticker was working right or not. Thankfully, heck yeah, it is, but I see my heart as having nails in it like these — hurts, pains, personal struggles, betrayals by friends, fears — you get the idea. But do you see — there’s no hole in the middle of the heart, but a smaller silver heart that while small, can hold the world. Nothing can hurt that heart. No nails will ever touch it.