I thought this was an interesting story (though, not terribly uplifting by any means). The novel follows Hiam, an Arab immigrant, and her new life in Australia. As Hiam drives alone through Australia, the story is revealed through flashbacks. The observations on assimilate into a new culture and the inherent tensions this creates were the most meaningful to me. I also enjoyed the vignette about the evil Jinn.
I didn't particularly care for the writing itself, however. I thought it suffered from too many adjectives. The first sentence reads:
"As she headed beyond the confines of the known outer suburbs and beyond Mallala, the home of the furthest visited relative, she was ejected from her familiar Australia into a vast, monochromatic land, stitched up with patchy fences, overlaid with weedy paddocks, stubbly paddocks, golds, browns, and more subtle browns."
Every noun has an adjective. Maybe it's just my taste in writing, but it seemed like too much to me. I did like the non-linear story telling, though.