Set in a distressingly plausible near-future dystopic Britain, the unrelenting dreariness was difficult for me. As with post-apocalyptic fiction, I’m not a big fan; I prefer more hope in my futurism.

This isn’t to say that the book is without hope; it ends on a hopeful note, and it can easily be argued that the protagonist’s motivation is based on hope. It just wasn’t present enough to offset the rest of the setting.

I was also not a big fan of the non-linear structure of the book. Again, it’s not a technique I’m adamantly opposes to, but I was a little too often confused as to when things shifted, and what the actual order of events was. I think I got it by the end, but spending that much time confused kept pulling me out of the story as I tried to figure out when we were in the timeline.