Here’s a thing I cannot abide with in stories about the apocalypse: People frantically shopping for groceries. I don’t know why. I am an excellent pre-disaster grocery shopper myself. When I lived in New York, I had to stop myself from charging about the store removing imprudent disaster groceries from other people’s baskets. (Attention New Yorkers: Get flashlights, not candles. Stop buying up all the milk.) I am fine with this. But when I read about it in books, my throat closes up. This was the scariest detail to me in Life As We Knew It, and it almost made…
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