A makeshift community of schoolteachers and half-feral kids wasn’t exactly his idea of peace and quiet—even if it came with running water, rationed rice pudding, and the faint smell of chalk dust. But when trouble brews and tensions mount, Albert finds himself doing something sticking around.
And when staying becomes dangerous, he does something even stranger.
He leads them away.
Because he knows a place. Off the map. Out of the way. Where tomato plants grow in neat rows, the old folk still believe in crochet, and nobody makes you join a sing-along.
What an absolute joy to read. I started it because I love apocalypse fiction but the apocalypse setting is in background noise, necessary for the story but only as the setting, the *real* story is the relationships of the characters. Read it!