The worst for the end.

This one of my most hated books.

Apocalyptic? Mary Shelley? That sounds great!

It wasn't.

I was so excited for it. But it is soooooo boring! Some much flowery language even for the most simple of things.  The story is so simple and basic as well. The most interesting stuff barely last anything. We don't stay to appreciate and explored them, it just gets mention and then we keep moving with this lot of shitty fucking characters. They are all the same!!

And there's nothing particularly insightful about human nature and shit like that to make up for it.

The Last of Us is way better than this.

All the characters are so... God. I hate them all. They are so melodramatic and boring. They have two character traits and that's it. They could have been fine, I guess, but is the narrator and main character that tells us everything about them, and he makes them worst. The Last Man? He should have been the first to die. Fuck that guy!

We always get told the characters personalities, their traits, that are always the fucking same anyway. Every main character is basically the same person, so full of honor and romanticism, such pure souls, so kind, so smart so... Shut up, Lionel! We always get fed the information directly, we barely ever learn something about them through the actual story. You know what I mean?

It makes them all feel so distant and not real that it is really hard to empathize with them most of the time, and because I hate Lionel, the narrator, and his over embellishing words, I care even less.

Perdita is a bitch, by the way. Fuck her too. I might have enjoy her decision, but Lionel fuck it up. It would still be a shit thing to do either way, but at least it would have been fun. Don't abandon and hurt your fucking kids cause you're sad, please.

Lionel started well, just like the plot, he is actually kinda interesting at the beginning, he is kinda of a asshole, he has fury and hatred... but then he becomes just like the rest. Melodramatic, boring, soft, so pure of heart, so unreal. OMG I hated them all.

The first volume is the worst, because you are expecting apocalyptic stuff, interesting stuff, but instead you have to suffer through long nine chapters of melodramatic, overly flowery love stories like the sort of thing you would see in a telenovela. The idea is to show you this people so you care about them later, but it just made me hate them.

The second volume is more exciting, there is war and plague and shit actually happens. But that does not last long and is meh at best anyway.

You don't care about the war, you barely know anything about it, you care only for one main character who's there fighting. But I hate him so I didn't. Glad he fucking died. Yeah. Glad.

The third volume is all about the world going to shit. The thing you were waiting for!! And you get some nice things about people being charitable, helping each other out, nobles and common people alike. A couple of crazy guys. People getting sick and shit. Raiders that one time. But this is all being told by Lionel, we don't lived this things through the pages, the world doesn't feel alive. He just tells us "that happened, and then that happened", so I don't care about it. Because I hate him and all his friends.

Now you might think this is all very subjective. It probably is. But you are gonna hate it too. I have a lot of resistance to "boring" things. But this is fucking dreadful. It feels so dated. No one talks like this anymore, no one behaves like this anymore without being on medication. I doubt they ever did, to be frank. The whole thing just feels fake. And boring. And overly flowery. And Melodramatic. And fucking shit.

I do hate this book, with a passion. But I guess is fine.

Lionel is indeed the last man. Yeah. The worst for the end.