A funny thing happened when I finished this book. Immediately after reading the final page I flipped back to the opening pages to read about John as he was in the start of the story, his reasons, his motivations, to see how much he changed. 
 It was an interesting read. 
 The world was creepy, horrific and I suppose plausible. The future was subtle but dark and hopeless and it reminded me of the film version of Children of Men where everything was just high-tech enough to communicate "future" without flying cars and cliches like that. 
 My one big complaint about the story, and it bugged me to the point of rolling my eyes and switching books for a short time, was that upon receiving the cure, it seemed every woman wanted to cling to her family and her husband and their comfortable domestic life while every man wanted to relive the bachelor lifestyle. I know that there's a biological theory that males want to procreate more to spread their genes around but it wasn't put forth like that. It was put forth as "Guys get bored with the same old chick." 
 Really? 
 There wasn't one female supporting character in the entire narrative that didn't just wanna live the life of their carefree 20's again? None? They all wanted to be Suzy Homebodies forever? 
 That seriously irritated me and it put a cloud over the middle of the story for me. 
 And yet, I liked the book. I liked John, even if he was rather aimless at times, which was the point of course, I liked Allison, I liked Ernie and Matt and I loved the imagery in the final few chapters. 
 But then, good dystopias are so hard to find.