Everybody's got two faces, child - the outside face and the inside face. A face under the face, y'see. It's your true face, and if it was flipped to the outside, you'd show the world what kind of person you are.
How can one say about a horror story that is beautiful? But that's exactly what I'm going to say: it was so beautiful! McCammmon is a wizard of words. He knows how to transform the ugly into beauty, and he does it so well! The evil wearing human faces doesn't discriminate between races. It could be anyone, no matter his race or colour, and it's everywhere. Good is also everywhere. People wearing their soul on their faces was an awesome idea.
The book is almost 1000 pages, and not a word was wasted. The fluency of his writing is incredible. He simply brings words to life. You know perfectly well that it's fiction, and yet you can't but feel sucked into the story and live every horror, every struggle, every moment of despair to the max. But it was all worth it in the end.
For me it was the first horror story that read like a fairytale. I was entranced from the very first page to the last, and loved it to pieces. It is the kind of book that fills you to the brim with the entire range of emotions. One that, when you turn the last page, makes you feel richer and beyond satisfied.
It's the kind of story that restores faith in humanity. Among the horror and destruction, there is always the power of healing and beauty. One just has to have hope and believe in it.