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Book #8 of 2019: The Wolves of Winter
Jan. 16th, 2019 08:15 amThe Wolves of Winter by Tyrell Johnson
Traditional or self-published: Traditional
Rating: Loved (Hated-Disliked-Okay-Liked-Loved)
Post-apocalyptic stories are my second favorite kind to read (right behind talking animal stories), but I rarely get those books anymore. Why? Because they're all the same. Same plot played out. Same type of character. While the details of the end of the world might very slightly, the cause is almost always the same. And sadly, this book was no different.
But! The first three-quarters of the book were amazing! All the story that happened before we got to the reason behind the end of the world was great.
Most of the book was about a small group of people living alone in Alaska. The world did indeed end, so they have to rely only on themselves and each other. Nuclear bombs had gone off, and so nuclear winter was making Alaska even colder and more snowy than it would otherwise be. The main character is a hunter, and for the first 11% of the book, I thought it was a young man. The story was told in first person, so until a bra was mentioned, I had no idea it was a female character. I had to laugh at myself for assuming she was male!
I really enjoyed most of the book. Even once a mysterious young man showed up and I knew he would be her love interest, I still enjoyed it. (The romance did happen, but at least it took the whole book to develop and never went too far, so I was okay with it.)
For me, the last quarter was the least enjoyable. Like every single other post-apocalyptic book out there, the reasons for the war that killed off most of humanity were the same. The climax of the book was the same. It could have been the same ending I read 28472347123 times before in other books. I still enjoyed it, it was well-written, but it felt like nothing new.
Traditional or self-published: Traditional
Rating: Loved (Hated-Disliked-Okay-Liked-Loved)
Post-apocalyptic stories are my second favorite kind to read (right behind talking animal stories), but I rarely get those books anymore. Why? Because they're all the same. Same plot played out. Same type of character. While the details of the end of the world might very slightly, the cause is almost always the same. And sadly, this book was no different.
But! The first three-quarters of the book were amazing! All the story that happened before we got to the reason behind the end of the world was great.
Most of the book was about a small group of people living alone in Alaska. The world did indeed end, so they have to rely only on themselves and each other. Nuclear bombs had gone off, and so nuclear winter was making Alaska even colder and more snowy than it would otherwise be. The main character is a hunter, and for the first 11% of the book, I thought it was a young man. The story was told in first person, so until a bra was mentioned, I had no idea it was a female character. I had to laugh at myself for assuming she was male!
I really enjoyed most of the book. Even once a mysterious young man showed up and I knew he would be her love interest, I still enjoyed it. (The romance did happen, but at least it took the whole book to develop and never went too far, so I was okay with it.)
For me, the last quarter was the least enjoyable. Like every single other post-apocalyptic book out there, the reasons for the war that killed off most of humanity were the same. The climax of the book was the same. It could have been the same ending I read 28472347123 times before in other books. I still enjoyed it, it was well-written, but it felt like nothing new.
