The Last by Hanna Jameson

     "It's the end of the world.  Everyone needs a hobby, right?"

Reading this as part of the blind date program at the local public library.  I try hard to decipher whether the first line of the book which is printed on a red heart on the brown paper cover of the book might be a romance.  Yech.  Can't do that, even for Valentine's Day. This time I succeeded wildly.  While the protagonist might be said to be in love with his estranged wife, this is absolutely a post apocolytic tale.  No zombies.  Nuclear end of the word.  But, there is still at least a hint of cannibalism.  

Normally, I try to avoid nuclear holocast stories having been scarred in middle school reading "On the Beach".  I still cannot touch those memories/images without shuddering.  This story, however, was much more upbeat.  Everyone isn't OBVIOUSLY going to be dying soon - slowly - painfully.  At the end there is still wi- fi.  And, the characters - about 20 individuals holed up in a Swiss hotel -  maintain their sanity with a healthy dose of dark humor.  

    Jon: "Has anything stranged happened to you during your time here?"

    Peter: "Apart from nuclear war?"