Update September 2024: Re-read it before the next installment and I enjoyed every minute. Full of action, full of anguish, Bolton is my son.
Review December 2022:
Oh man, this was such a sad book. And I loved it.
Okay, so it's about the apocalypse, right? There's a virus, or something, being released, and people are all dying and communities are in upheaval and people walk around with guns (I suppose, not a big change in the USA (ouch) but still) it's all going to crap, just in the most subtle and terrifying way. As it would, I guess. And we have Leecie, with her absolutely honest narration, messy, messy family issues, anxiety, and neurodivergence, leading us through a suburban exodus, an investigation of shady chemical warfare corporations, several car- and foot-chases...have I mentioned she is unbreakable? She is so fragile, and lost, and desperate, but she's the strongest person I've met and that's a fact even if I haven't met her.
On the other hand of the narration is Bolton, Leecie's friend and not-friend-but-perhaps-something-else who has Something To Do with the infection. His dry humour was so, so needed, and his unwavering devotion for Leecie brought me to tears, y'all. And even though the plot is huge (an apocalypse, hello?) the story itself feels intimate. Like a personal hell for the characters. It hurts. But then it made me smile also, sometimes. They are all so human and lovely, and their dynamics are just great. And the villains are the unknowable and awful corporate overlords that they are, and I don't want to hear it, it's horrible, and it's such an impossible task for our main characters to fight against them, but then they do! For each other. To live one more day. And I'm all for that.
And then there's a cliffhanger. So I'll be just over there waiting for the next book.