What a wonderfully weird book. It is exactly what you'd expect: a group of people are stranded on a giant jellyfish (although whether or not it's a jellyfish in the truly scientific sense is a topic of hot debate) and are determined to escape. This is probably the most light-hearted post-apocalyptic story I've ever read. Instead of rivalries, alliances, and betrayals that typically coincide with dystopians, there is almost a celebration of the mundane. When you're stuck on a massive squishy monster, it's easy to get bored, so you gotta do what you can to find enjoyment, from plastic bag fashion to jelly rugby. 

It wasn't until near the end of the book that I realized the jellyfish is not only a metaphor for climate change, but also for childhood. The heroes of our story are four teens of indeterminate age and even though they're constantly referred to as "children" and dismissed just as quickly, they are the brains behind all the plans that actually work. And just like the environmental crisis of today, we place all of the burden on young people to carry on, yet refuse to take them seriously because of their age. Won't somebody please think of the children...because we don't want to. 

The future is scary. It's easy to look back at the past and fool ourselves into think it was safer and happier and secure, but of course it wasn't. Things definitely aren't safer now, so maybe they never were. What changes are our perceptions of danger. Choking hazards aren't really s big deal for adults, but that's a while different story for a toddler. Jellyfish aren't so terrifying right now, but maybe one day they will be.