Well, well, well.
What an end to the series.
I don’t know what I was expecting when I picked up this series. I love disaster movies and EOTWAWKI scenarios, and I also have a certain fondness for mysteries and police procedurals. I had no idea how those themes would mesh. As it turns out, they mesh brilliantly.
Winters somehow seamlessly blended an existential literary novel with a gritty crime novel and a suspenseful doomsday novel. And then he did it again. And again. And he wrapped it up in a believable way that just felt genuine and right. He did it so very well and left me with so many feelings that I have officially decided to forgive him for Sense and Sensibilities and Sea Monsters. Life is too short to hold grudges anyway.
Cue book coma in 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . .