Things I will never forget: my name, my made-up birthday...the dark of the hospital at night. My mother’s face when she was young. Things other people will forget: where they come from, how old they are, the faces of the people they love. The right words for bowl and sunshine...what is a beginning and what is an end.
Joy spends her days working the graveyard shift at a store outside Boston and nursing an addiction to cough syrup, an attempt to suppress her troubled past. But when a sickness that begins with silver blisters and memory loss and ends with death sweeps the country, Joy, for the first time in her life, seems to have an advantage: she is immune. At once a hauntingly beautiful portrayal of a dystopian future and a powerful exploration of loneliness.
This was a book were you keep waiting for something to happen but it never does.
I really enjoyed the set- up and first part of the story. The description of the plague and the strange hospital were disturbing and engaging. Unfortunately, once the story left the hospital it became unfocused, dull and frankly, began to drag. I feel the author was reaching for a dream-like quality to the journey, but completely failed to make it interesting in any way. If only the author had confined the story (and protagonist) to the hospital this could have been a much better book. Overall a real struggle to finish.
The narration was very good though.