Hi everyone! I remember when I first started reading the island at the end of everything. There was a heatwave and it had been about 35 degrees for a few days in a row at that point, which is very hot for around here, which meant that it was impossible to be anywhere except for the ground floor in our house since the upstairs had turned in a sauna. That also meant there was no escaping my family and my introverted self was very tired of being around people all the time so I decided to brave the heat and went outside.
I sat in the shade that our little canopy in the backyard provided, had a tiny fan blowing air in my face, and to try and distract myself from the heat I picked up this book and tried to read a bit. And then I fell absolutely in love with this story. But as the temperature started to cool down – which I was immensely grateful for – my interest in the book also started to dwindle and I don’t quite know why. I don’t remember starting to dislike it at any point, but I often have trouble focusing on just one book and feel myself being pulled towards newer, shinier stories (I mean, there’s so many incredible books out there that I want to read) so that’s probably what happened. Lees verder