Station Eleven - Kirsten Potter, Emily St. John Mandel

WHAT IN THE FRICKING FUCK WAS PART FREAKING THREE?!?!

 

That had to be the most ridiculous waste of time I've read/listened to in a book in a long time. Two hours that could have been more about the fall of civilization, or continue in the time after the fall. No, instead we spend all that time on the intricate life details of the actor who died in the first few pages of the book and his first wife many years before the fall. And when I say intricate, I mean it could have been another (boring) book entirely. What the fuck?! And none of the slight nods to small elements in the story is are enough of an excuse for that waste of space. 

 

I hope there is some massive surprise reason later on that we had to sit through that, otherwise the rating for this book will likely be worse than it could have been.