So. The truth is that The n-Body Problem kind of broke me. I finished it on Wednesday morning and since then have started and put aside 4 or 5 other books because I just couldn’t get into them. I re-read Wizard’s Holiday with Heather and thought maybe that’d fixed me, but then I proceeded to abandon 3 more books just because I couldn’t bring myself to care.
I was ready to throw in the Zombruary towel.
Scrolling through the shelf again, I decided to try Maureen F McHugh’s After the Apocalypse, cos even if I wasn’t feeling it, it was a book of short stories, so I wouldn’t have to feel like I’d accomplished NOTHING when I gave up on it.
I. Fucking. Loved. This. Book.
As can be inferred from the title, all are apocalyptica of some sort.
How do you want the world to end?
You’re covered here.
I won’t even pretend that I understood the point of a few of them, but each one kind of quietly wrecked me.
I can’t even pick a favourite, although I will say that my husband walked by as I read the last few sentences of “Honeymoon,” and heard me sob under my breath and thought something was wrong. I had to explain that it was just this girl. This girl. I can’t even.
Read “Useless Things” here, let it devastate you, then go buy the damn book.