Winters sets his world down in bold, bleak, unforgettable strokes: gasoline is rare, suicide is rampant, and yet people still go about the business of living. The mystery is tight, the atmosphere is gloom and doom, and the writing is pitch-perfect. Damn great book, and I’m tracking down the other books in the trilogy now. I gotta know how this ends! HBO, get on adapting this now. I’m seeing a set of three movies, and then you’re done!

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