This book, whilst being a terrific account of what happened on the underground on 7th July 2005, isn't, for a journalist, amazingly well written. Zimonjic himself admits at the end of this book that it was extremely difficult to get a completely coherent account of the events of that day, and whilst the detail is at times truly harrowing, the brief conversations that take place are transcribed in a very long winded and unrealistic way which, while not being vital, ruins the reality slightly ("I will see you later" instead of "I'll see you later" etc). As I say, its not incredibly important but it does distract a little bit.
There is only one other minor gripe to what is generally a gripping and often unputdownable book, and that is the number of people involved. It may seem obvious, but there were so many lives affected that day that to focus on one or two would be doing an injustice to the others, but the sheer amount of people we are introduced to by name or description at the beginning is like something from a bad novel, and they keep cropping up pages later. Whilst there are some `main characters' we follow through to the end, having someone briefly described and then referred back to over a dozen times gets a little frustrating. This subsides towards the end however, and doesn't ruin the book.
The images Zimonjic conjures up are sometimes truly terrifying, and he recreates vividly the attempts by himself and others to help the shocking injuries you could have only imagined reading the official sources. If you want to liven up your tube journeys by becoming increasingly nervous about all those around you, whilst making yourself see just how fragile everyday human life is, read this book.