I loved this book. One of the best post-apocalyptic stories I've read. We weren't told, and didn't need to know the original cause of the devastation, beyond a general reference to the fighting, because this story took place a very long time past the death of civilisation. It was a world of survivors, struggling to make something out of lives that had no meaning. I loved the fact that the protagonist was an ordinary man, not particularly brave, not particularly clever, but somehow managing to get through the trials that beset him, accepting the good times for the brief dream they represented and then just going on. It was a poignant homage, I thought, to the indomitable spirit of man, keeping going despite the odds against him.
It hooked me from the off and kept me riveted. The title just about says it all. 600 miles of life and still going nowhere.