This book, again, is not Wool. Of course it is not, I do not think there could be another. It is however very good, and it has themes of Wool, the dystopian world, the vagueness that Howey keeps around what exactly the sta te of thw orld is in. But is also shares characteristics of other novels of his, like Molly Fyde and the dimension where time does not move like ours. There are surely issues with this book, I especially hated the hatred he displays towards sex workers, even though in the context of the book is it somewhat understandable and in the end there is some redemption, but I still very much liked reading it, and the end, although unexpected and not clarifying all questions, is as great of an end as we could have hoped for.