I have a review copy of this, and the related review of it is coming out soon in Strange Horizons, but I'm just noting down a few things here for my own records, in language that I probably won't use in the actual review. By which I mean this is weird as shit. Oddly compelling, but weird as shit. I don't want to spoil things here by saying too much, as it technically isn't out yet, and anyway I'm not sure that this is a book that can be spoiled, given its plot and structure, but still. A volcano appears in Central Park, New York. It changes the world, and then it doesn't, and then people do - sometimes, or they don't. If you like multiple timelines and jumpy structures and don't get hung up on bizarre images and occurrences and periodic advertisements for lemonade, then this is the book for you. Honesty compels me to say that the end isn't quite as strong as the rest of it, but My Volcano is deeply and entirely original, and I have a real appreciation for that.