A review by midwifereading
Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel

5.0

There are a lot of words used to describe this book in the blurbs on its cover. Melancholy. Lyrical. Poetic. Haunting. I agree. It's also heavy and dark at times, yet shot through with soft traces of hope. From the earliest pages, Mandel's writing captivated me. Her prose is truly rich and lovely and accessible and lilting and strong and soft.

This isn't just a story. It's a Story. The kind that resonates. The kind I already want to read again to see what I missed the first time.

The world of this book is utterly immersive and familiar. There are very few books I have read in which each character, no matter their importance, feels important. I cared so much for each player in this cast, and found myself rooting for each one to find what they were looking for.

The pacing is beautiful. Slow enough to enjoy the scenery, but moving forward steadily and surely, even when it seems to veer a bit. It's just right. And I couldn't put it down. If it weren't for the birth I went to, I probably would have read it in one sitting. To heck with responsibilities!

I am so sad that the story ended. How is it over? I had to reread the last paragraph a few times, just to make sure it really did end. Not many books leave me with a true book hangover. I think this one will take some time to recover from. It was amazing.