Second paragraph of third chapter:

The nearest town was a little tourist place that was just one street of stores. Both ends of the street led to mountains that rose in layers of dark green forest and bleached brown rock, until the farthest peaks were misty blue, as if heaven were visible from this town and its citizens could just walk out their front doors and hike into the afterlife. There was no one out and nothing was open. No cars. I drove through the streets alone.

I remember from Newman’s first book, The Country of Ice Cream Star, that there were some very good ideas let down by the execution. I felt that here too. Strong images and thoughts but badly let down by the ending. And I’m very bothered by the transphobia. But you can get it here.