The End is Now (The Apocalypse Triptych, #2)

by John Joseph Adams

Janelle had run away from home as a kid, and lived in the attic of a bookstore cafe for years, reading every book in the stockroom and living off of abandoned scones and salads. Nobody had known she was there until she used the store’s address for her B.U. application and the acceptance letter turned up.

Science to the rich was like the I Ching to the poor—only believed when favorable.

And we never got around to finishing The Sopranos, which is a shame, because now there’s no more Netflix and it turns out there’s not as much overlap as you’d expect between premium cable viewers and doomsday cultists, so there’s no one here to tell me how it ends.

how is that I’m never the one leaving, but I’m always the one who has to pack up my suitcase and walk out the door?