What a solid writer Brent Spencer is. His language is fresh, visual, and unexpected, but never forced. It's sometimes startling enough to provoke a guilty laugh: "..one woman's face pale as concrete, the other's so red it was as if she'd just been slapped for twenty minutes straight."
His world of eastern Pennsylvania is solid and convincing, grounded enough to feel the moisture in the air. His details provide supreme authenticity--he knows this world--without ever being confusing or extraneous. His trio of lost souls--hapless Lloyd, searching Ellen and youngster Nick--are in the end not so much lost as on the lookout, even if they are not sure for what.
Spencer builds a sense that something might explode, someone may get themselves killed, or the many accidents-waiting-to-happen may burst upon these three or their well-drawn supporting players. "Such is life in Scaryville." But Spencer doesn't go for the easy melodrama. Instead we get real people--riding the bus home, looking for each other (literally), or counting to a million, trying to create meaning while flirting with OCD.
Nick, Ellen and Lloyd lurch from one irretrievable miscommunication to another, with no real signs of hope for better things to come, and yet, having been given a look into their hearts, it's hard not to feel optimistic as it all comes together at the end.