Justin Cronin’s The Twelve is the sequel to The Passage, which I was a bit ambivalent about. Sure, military experiment turns into post-apocalyptic vampire nightmare is a great hook for a story. And while there were lots of good, really good parts and it was a very entertaining book, there were parts that made me want to hurl the book across the room.
With that still lodged in the back of my mind, I had lower expectations of The Twelve, I thought it was a brilliant piece of entertainment. While it’s not a brilliant book by any means, the writing is right up my alley. Flowery, meandering lines like it’s first one (which is preceded by a brilliant biblical pastiche in the prologue), and when necessary, dry, functional prose. There’s enough there to keep me interested in the final part of the trilogy.
- Book Read
- Justin Cronin — The Twelve
- First Line
- Later, after supper and evening prayer, and bath if it was bath night, and then the final negotiations to conclude the day (Please, Sister, can’t we stay up a little longer? Please, one more story?), when the children had fallen asleep at last and everything was very still, Amy watched them.