“I hate the moon. I hate tides and earthquakes and volcanoes. I hate a world where things that have absolutely nothing to do with me can destroy my life and the lives of people I love.”

This was one of the most terrifying, psychological thrillers I’ve ever read, and I don’t even know if you can really call it a thriller. It is more of a survival story.

It was terrifying mostly because it hit a little too close to home in the sense that we are dealing with climate change at an alarming rate, and the whole plot was a little to plausible for comfort.

This book is told through journal entries. The main character, Miranda, had tremendous growth throughout the story. She went from being kinda spoiled and selfish to mature.

I read this in one sitting and about halfway through I had to stop and convince myself the world wasn’t ending, and I didn’t need to go o the store and stock up on canned food and water. As the story went on, things got worse and worse to the point where I was uncomfortable and I almost put the book down a few times. The need to find out if things got better won out and I kept going.

I can’t wait to read the next book in the series.