I suppose having been raised on a diet of hardcore post-apocalyptic fiction like The Road and World War Z, I was expecting something...I don't know...*more* from the end of the world. You know one of those cliche indie movies where all the separate characters find their lives intertwined until they all come together somehow in a final climax etc etc - they used to churn those movies out by the bucketload in the early 2000s - well, Station Eleven is that in book form. The only difference is that the characters are placed in a post apocalyptic setting for some reason. In conclusion, while I liked it well enough, I just didn't see the point of this book.