You know what? This isn’t important literature; it has nothing [much] to say about the world we live in and isn’t interested in holding a mirror up to anything for the sake of critical commentary. What it is, however, is what a good novel should be, which is bloody entertaining and genuinely thrilling. The print equivalent of solid, big-screen excitement; I’d say mindless entertainment but it’s too well structured and written for that, so mindful entertainment I guess [?]. A damn fine read. Especially if it’s not the sort of thing you would ordinarily go for.
The Passage: Justin Cronin