Both. Almost literally read both back-to-back in one sitting, barring a sleep break obv, this past weekend.
Station Eleven first if you’re curious.
I have a feeling this is gonna ruin me for awhile on other books. I started reading some psychological thriller that won or got shortlisted for awards and three chapters in I’m like, “It’s fine… even good… but goddamn it ain’t no Emily St. John Mandel.”