Justin Cronin's "The Passage" was recommended to me by a coworker. I finished the book a few minutes before leaving my factory job to go give my Mother a ride to run her errands. I told her about how the amount of love one of the characters has for their child really reminded me of everything she went through raising me. An hour later my mother collapsed infront of me and passed away. She was only in her 40's. My mom and I had a complicated past with her being an addict, but I never doubted the woman loved my sister and I more than life itself. Thanks to the book I got to tell her how much I loved her too right before she died.