You Can’t Spell “The Passage” Without “Ass Age”

That book cover is totally in itself! Whoa...

And how do you figure out how old an ass is? You count the rings!

I review Justin Cronin’s post apocalyptic doorstop over at ChuckPalahniuk.net

It’s already been referenced ad nauseum, so I will refrain from making any lazy Twilight comparisons in this review. Those sparkly bastards are too ingrained in the current zeitgeist as it is. Equally as unhelpful is flaccid hyperbole, ready-made blurbs along the lines of, “this ain’t your momma’s vampire novel.” Because The Passage barely qualifies as a vampire novel to begin with. This works in its favor, more often than not, helping set it apart from the rest of the haematophilic pack. Cronin hasn’t so much reinvented the genre as liberally borrowed from it, picking and choosing the perfect combination of fresh and familiar. The result? The successful synthesis of bound and jacketed mass appeal.