I wasn’t going to purchase any new books this year, until I have completed the endless mass of neglected books I already have. And then… I had a birthday. Whilst I didn’t technically purchase any books myself, I was gifted a selection of books as it is something my family do every year. They always gift me a selection of books, and this year was no different. I plan to write about the selection of books I was given in a future post, however, the book I am discussing now is The End We Start From by Megan Hunter.

This book was the first of its kind in which I have read. The story presents itself in a series of prose which replicates that of poetry. It unfolds from the perspective of a woman and we get to experience her thought process as the action unfolds. At times the prose feels a little sparse as we yearn to be given a better glace at this setting which is not fully explored to it’s full potential. Though, the sparseness doe convey perfectly the protagonist’s world. It perfectly reflects the way the world has shrunk around her, consequently minimizing her field of vision around the essentials: her new-born son and her husband.

The actual Synopsis:

In the midst of a mysterious environmental crisis, as London is submerged below flood waters, a woman gives birth to her first child, Z. Days later, the family are forced to leave their home in search of safety. As they move from place to place, shelter to shelter, their journey traces both fear and wonder as Z’s small fists grasp at the things he sees, as he grows and stretches, thriving and content against all the odds.

This is a story of new motherhood in a terrifying setting: a familiar world made dangerous and unstable, its people forced to become refugees. Startlingly beautiful, Megan Hunter’s The End We Start From is a gripping novel that paints an imagined future as realistic as it is frightening. And yet, though the country is falling apart around them, this family’s world – of new life and new hope – sings with love.

The story was a beautiful portrayal of a mother desperately trying to keep her world together whilst the world around her was falling apart. The book was written in a way we experienced the thoughts of the main character as she was experiencing them which only emphasised our willing to root her and her family to survive. The author has managed to pack an enormous amount of emotion into such few words.

A lyrical read that is so different from other books out there. Though it lacks in words, it more than makes up for it with emotion.

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