Usually I find short story collections to be mixed bags; some bad, maybe a few good, and most just okay. This collection exceeded my expectations. Full of broken people in broken worlds that are just trying to do the right thing, whether it's for themselves, or something other they're just trying their best.

There's failure, heartbreak, and in the end, a bit of hope, maybe.

Interestingly, it is a line from the afterword that is sticking with me.
"So if my writing tends toward the dystopic it's not because in in love with dystopias; it's because reality has forced dystopia upon me."
I appreciate that sentiment, and the author's expectation that we be better, and his anger that we aren't.

As we hurdle toward dystopia, let's all try to keep a bit of anger and a bit of hope...