The Eleventh Plague by Jeff Hirsch is a dystopic novel about an America years after being ravaged by a war with China. Sound interesting? I thought so as well, so I picked up the book from my local library ready for an adventure novel about survival… and it wasn’t exactly that.
The story finds Stephen at a pivotal point in his life, his grandfather has passed away, leaving his father and Stephen alone to roam and scavenge the barren wasteland once known as the U.S., fighting off other scavengers and slavers. When his father is deathly injured, Stephen must rely on strangers, something he is altogether uncomfortable with due to the deadly nature of strangers in his world. These strangers live in a real town, in real houses, with running water, and barbecues… and SCHOOLS?!
It wasn’t altogether lame, there were bits that were interesting and alright, but I found the novel lackluster. SUCH a good idea for a novel, but I feel like Hirsch could have made it more than it became. A fast read, alright story and characters, but everything was a bit too cookie cutter and easily solved. Not recommended.