Zoe Artemis Spencer Reid's Reviews > Station Eleven

Maybe it's a bad idea to read a post-apocalyptic story in this pandemic time or maybe it's a suitable time to read one, because it reminded you no matter how bad things looked like, it could always be worse. Not uplifting much? Depends, I guessed. Station Eleven told you how fragile the concept of civilization was, in matters of days the order that people depended on, every life conveniences that we had taken for granted, decades, centuries of invention, knowledge, and what people called progress could be simply wiped out. I think what I liked about this book was that it was not as much about the virus itself, it wasn't science fiction, it wasn't about surviving an apocalyptic world, okay it's about that, but still it's more about how to live, to pursue truth and beauty, to dream because "Survival is insufficient" . The story was told in two time frames revolving around the lives of characters that all tied to one person, created a convergence point to an event in the future. This supposedly plot was actually not that significant, it's quite predictable and kind of underwhelming, except to serve as a connection. I found the pieces of memories, lives of the characters before and after the apocalypse to be more interesting, especially how the people who survived it struggled to build a home, to keep their sanity, to preserve history and art, to drag through death and grief, bringing light to lost souls or probably to find it together.