It is an interesting one because it could so very easily be true and that is what I love and Dalcher's novels. When I think of last year, of Nick bringing me breakfast in bed and showering me with two dozen yellow roses, I die a little on the inside. e. world goes boom) led her to beg for entry from femlandia co-founder jennifer jones—the woman who slipped into the daughter-shaped void miranda left in her mother's life. The men in this are either roving gangs of beasts who fuck and kill their way across the barren wasteland, or helpless boy-children held captive by the evil radfems.

An unwritten rule seems to have been established over the past few years that all-female communities in speculative and dystopian fiction must be portrayed as brainwashed, abusive cults. She spends half her time thinking about Starbucks and manicures and the other half thinking about the frankly useless-sounding rich dude she was married too, before he lost all their money as well as all their friends’ money then drove off a cliff because he just couldn’t take the pressure. I find it impossible to believe this is a coincidence, and I find it painfully unnecessary and cheap.Middle-aged Miranda and her daughter, Emma (16), are left homeless after a social and government meltdown (never really explained what happened). If you cannot handle nightmarish dystopian thrillers with graphic violence, you get to choose another read.

Miranda's mother Win founded Femlandia before she passed away, and adopted daughter Jen now runs the place.However, Jen purposely poked the bear with what she did, so this side of the storyline felt a little weak. Overall I loved the premise of the book but I found it didn't quite deliver in the same way as the previous two novels.