This was a very intense book. And although I ended up really liking it, I would never call it a vampire book. Its a wonderful piece of dystopian fiction, a wasteland of a world left in the wake of vampire like creatures. Within this wasteland, our planet, the small pockets of survivors and how they have come to survive weave together a story of human capacity. The capacity to overcome in the face of difficulty, the capacity to sink farther into your own personal fears and delusions, the capacity for incredible selfish smallness or courageous selflessness.
"Grief was a place, Sara understood, where a person went alone. It was like a room without doors, and what happened in that room, all the anger and the pain you felt, was meant to stay there, nobody's business but yours." Page 326
"Carter's look wasn't scared or angry but simply resigned, like the world had been taking slow bites of him his whole life." Pg. 46
"How surprising death was, how irrevocable and complete, how much itself." Pg. 171
"What were the living dead, Wolgast thought, but a metaphor for the misbegotten march of middle age?
It was possible, he understood, for a person's life to become just a long series of mistakes, and that the end, when it came, was just one more instance in a chain of bad choices. The thing was, most of these mistakes were actually borrowed from other people. You took their bad ideas and for whatever reason, made them your own." Pg. 174
"And inside him, far down, a great, devouring hunger uncoiled itself. To eat the very world. To take it all inside him and be filled by it, made whole. To make the world eternal, as he was." Pg. 182j
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