Not as strong as Station Eleven

⭑⭑⭑  As much as I loved Station Eleven, I simply couldn't warm to The Glass Hotel. The writing was superb, as I would expect, and possibly this was the sole reason I pressed on with it when my interest waned.

The characters were well imagined and beautifully sketched, warts and all, but the story just left me cold. So much of this novel was about Jonathon's dealings and the characters wrapped inextricably with that world. I didn't like any of them and felt no sympathy. Vincent, though, was a character that kept me hanging on. She was a mystery and what happened with her saw me through to the end. A befuddling end but the end, nonetheless.