This book is really bad. It feels as though the author did the research to write a non-fiction book about disease, and then decided to throw some narrative stuff in there to get us plebs to read it. The story is a knockoff Dan Brown book, but only if Dan Brown constantly assured us that there were people back home that Robert Langdon really really wants to get back to, super promise he cares... after he hops on this next flight to Spain and gets settled back at the office in a few weeks. Don't call him, he'll call you. Everything that could have annoyed me about a book is present here - There's a woman who has been completely abandoned by her husband, seemingly not for the first time, but is obsessed with him and thinks he's the better parent. There's COMPLETELY unnecessary to the "plot" sexual violence against a child. There's this line about the MC's children (while his daughter is actively taking care of the son and has been the one keeping them alive): "They were so unalike. He was smart and self-contained and she was pretty and popular." I nearly DNF'd several times. If you want an apocalypse book, try The Fifth Season. If you want a pandemic book, try Station Eleven! Do anything other than read this book.