Our Endless Numbered Days is a dreamlike novel ending in a nightmare. Fuller does an excellent job of introducing the reader to the headspace of young Peggy, who originally adores her father and his play-pretend game of surviving the apocalypse. When the game begins to absorb her reality, the beauty and brutality of the natural world Peggy must make her home conflict, mixing great peace with extraordinary terror. Fuller somehow authored a domestic thriller with a tranquil quality, resulting in a perplexingly relaxing read that erupts into violence. Yet the final twist in the book is the most horrible one, and left a sour taste in my mouth. We can choose to believe Peggy's side of the story, but just as she does, deep down we know it's too implausible to be true.