This, I think, may be a pretty good book to read -- I can't really be sure. BUT DO NOT BUY IT FROM AUDIBLE OR AS A BOOK ON TAPE. Yeah, I hate all caps, also. But, man, trust me on this -- the person who read this book must have had an "in" with the author or someone at Audible, because she is awful. I mean, she may be a great person, a wonderful human being, with tremendous qualities -- she may even be a very good actress. But she cannot, for the life of her, pull off anything approaching the voice of an actual human male character. Which ruins this book. Ruins it. Every single male adult character's dialogue is delivered in virtually the same inhumanely slow, deliberate, monotonous voice, as if the person were developmentally disabled or suffered from a botched lobotomy. All of them. I began wondering, at first, if it was intentional -- that the great reveal of the novel would be that the female protagonist (whose voice and dialogue are delivered effectively and normally) would turn out to be in some dystopian hellscape of zombiefied males. But, apparently not. And the reading of this book absolutely ruined it. I have no idea how, ten minutes into hearing the book first being read and recorded, the producer or director of this project didn't just shut off the mike, pull Ms. Maby aside and ask her, gently even, if she had ever even spoken to someone of the male gender. Maybe, perhaps, she grew up in a Margaret Atwood novel -- maybe, she was kept in a bunker by a cult of deranged women from a really young age, and then handed over to the Audible people as part of a strange human sacrificial ritual. I don't know. But I want to know. She was that bad. The biggest mystery to me of all (and the plot itself was kind of compelling, though not too difficult to suss out) is, "Who is Madeleine Maby, why does she think all guys talk like Boris Karloff's Frankenstein monster and why in the world was she allowed to blow up this book like this?" As soon as I'm done with this review, I'm going to have to Google her. I know that's creepy. It IS creepy. It's not the kind of thing I do. But I'm going to. Because I have to.
But you don't have to. Don't do it. Caveat emptor.