Mr. Cohab to the rescue!

Only a week ago, I was feeling sullen about my inability to find someone to fill J.K. Rowling’s fantasy shoes (since I’ve read her Harry Potter series about a billion times already). But as soon as Mr. Cohab noticed my sloping shoulders and saggy walk he disappeared into his study and reappeared two seconds later with two hefty books in his hands. And by hefty I mean really, really hefty. Really.

They were two novels by Justin Cronin: The Passage and The Twelve. (I have since learned that there is a third one, The City of Mirrors, on which I have yet to lay my greedy little paws.) And what can I say? So far, I’m only halfway through The Passage (Flickan från ingenstans, beautifully translated by Jimmy Hofsö), but my mind is already totally blown away.

Good grief, the author really knows how to write a gripping story! On the surface it’s about a young girl who isn’t quite like the rest of us, but on a deeper level it’s about what the rest of us are like.

It’s brilliant!

And Mr. Cohab remains a mysterious angel who keeps saving the day.