Originally posted on: 22 June 2014
Reposted on: 05 July 2014
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Although I hoarded Joel C. Rosenberg novels from the OMF Lit section during last year’s IMBF, I unfortunately wasn’t able to have a copy of The Last Days. So after I finished reading The Last Jihad, I had the dilemma of buying its sequel. And I could hardly wait, but I was also in a tight budget. But I was determined.
So I raided 3 shopping malls and 6 bookstores in search of The Last Days, all in one day/night (of 11 June 2014). My feet were killing me in the process, but I found what I was looking for. It wasn’t totally brand new, but it’d do. I needed my fix of literature. And I needed it badly.
Though I find the title of the book banal, sort of given that we’re already in the last days, I still like it better that its prequel The Last Jihad. Yes, even though it made me cry buckets. Samson Strike. I haven’t heard of it before but I kind of got the idea. And it broke my heart.
Like in The Last Jihad, which had my mind stuck in DC, Jerusalem, and Baghdad, The Last Days had my mind stuck in Gaza and Gibraltar. It was easy to picture out the scenes, and without being sullied by Hollywood political thriller films.
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