I love the Children of Men, it's chilling, melancholy and says a great deal about power.
Not a huge fan of PD James (though to be fair I haven't read hardly anything of hers), I picked up this book from my parents bookshelves and delved into it as the blurb fascinated me.
I was enthralled. Theo Faran is not likeable, proactive or attractive, if you're expecting Clive Owen from the badly realised movie, then don't. He is however, well written and strangely relateable. His journey from self-absorbed university professor to protector is beautiful.
The book itself is chock of scenes that have stuck with me for years. A sense of hopelessness pervades the opening of this book and translates beautifully to hope as things progress. I highly recommend it.