Sorry for pulling a Kanye with the all-caps header, but this book is that good.
It’s a dystopic novel from the perspective of four narrators whose connections to each other unfold like a mystery novel. The author creates beautiful imagery that I can still vividly picture in my mind 4 months after reading it. The storytelling is peppered with enough detail to create said imagery, but moves along at a pace that makes it perfect for binge reading, which is what summer/vacation reading boils down to. All 5 Feinbergs read it during our February vacation to Eleuthera (more on that later) and loved it. Although it will probably appeal more to women, as many guys seem to be allergic to fiction. What is it with guys and non-fiction? Is that a societal/cultural thing? I digress.
Here are some reviews if you don’t believe me. But you should, because I’m always right.