I slogged through most of this book in a fog of depression. I liked the concept of this, but I think I wanted more time spent during the epidemic, and the aftermath, told from Mary who was there when it happened, was an incredibly bleak portrait of the future.

This book frequently did it's Queer characters dirty, was fairly dismissive of the one named trans woman, and gay characters were left devastated or dead. This just added to the bleakness, and while I'm curious to see what the sequel will bring, I'm not sure I'll be picking it up.