The Fireman by Joe Hill

Mike’s review

I suppose it makes sense to start with a plot summary first. The world is over-run with a spore that causes people to spontaneously combust (well, it’s more like combust under stress, but still). The sick are outcast because no one knows enough about the spore to know the sick aren’t contagious when alive; rather, it’s their ash that is infectious. The book follows Harper from before she was sick to getting sick (and pregnant), to her joining a camp of hiders. The camp has discovered a way to live in harmony with the spore. Unfortunately, they haven’t totally figured out how to live in harmony with one another… (How’s that for a teaser at the end!)


Emergency Kisses in The Portable Mother is the cutest frickin’ idea ever.


“‘Your personality is not just a matter of what you know about yourself, but what others know about you. You are one person with your mother, and another with your lover, and yet another with your child. Those other people create you–finish you–as much as you create you.'”


Structurally obvious, but Harold Cross’s diary sections are great and I kinda what them to be every other chapter. I think this is out of longing for something different. Everything is at least pretty good through the book, but I have to think some of the earlier stuff could have been trimmed out. So the Cross sections add some needed pizzazz.


How could I not love the theory that the spore was hidden in ice caps and when we melted them, we released it, were karmically paid back for the destruction we wrought on the Earth.


This isn’t surprising coming from me: no way to the nurse and fireman love each other. They’ve seen each other like four times this whole book.


The fact that no one thinks Martha Quinn’s Island is a trap must mean it’s a trap, right?

Every new clue it’s a trap is agonizing.

How do you accidentally sign Christmasland instead of North Pole?


If there are still healthy animals why not move out to the deep woods?


Hidden story like a hidden track on a CD!


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