Gold, Fame, Citrus is the apocalypse, imagined in a an eerily
real way these days. Drought overtakes Southern CA (sound familiar), but to the
point of barren wasteland, scavenging for anything fresh, water rations and
abandonment. Most have left for greener pastures, but Luz and her boyfriend Ray
hold out, their love enough to deal with the crazy.
Then, they find a little girl. Dirty, scruffy, indeterminable and irresistible, they take her from those whom have her. Ig,
she is called, because that’s who she says she is. A child, even if it’s not yours, makes your
mind look towards the future, and they realize they need to leave.
On the way through, things happen. Bad things. Ray is gone
and Luz is left with Ig, rescued by other hold outs, in an even more barren,
more wasted wasteland were sand dunes constantly shift and grow, threatening to
bury everyone at any moment. But there is a leader there, and he seems to have
the answers.
This book is written like poetry, short, quip phrases and
allusions, metaphors and fragmented thoughts that shift like the desert and
sand in this story. It’s not for everyone, but for those people who can look
deeper into the text, enjoy flawed characters and gritty wonder. It’s
fantastical and realistic, all at once, and the ended leaves you lost and
aching.
Books should end like that sometimes.
(*this book was received for free as an ARC via Shelf Awareness)
(*this book was received for free as an ARC via Shelf Awareness)
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