You got in your plane and flew past your point of no return. In a world maybe without any more good fuel. You left a safe haven, a partnership that worked. For a country that is not at all safe, where anyone you meet is most likely going to try to kill you. If not from outright predation then from disease. What the fuck were you thinking? Hig.Exactly.
My dog died, I said.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
The Dog Stars, by Peter Heller
A while ago I read, and loved, Peter Heller's book The Whale Warriors: The Battle at the Bottom of the World to Save the Planet's Largest Mammals (my review), so when I heard on Fresh Air that Heller had written post-apocalyptic fiction, I was looking forward to it. I stayed up till 3AM last night finishing it, and I wasn't disappointed. It's perhaps not great literature, and I found Heller's style of incomplete sentences to be mildly annoying, but I guess I'm a sucker for outdoorsy survival stories that are even halfway good.