If I say this is the diary of a middle-school girl in a dystopian Manhattan, you are going to turn away. If you do, you will be missing one of the better science-fiction novels ever written. The catch is, if I describe the story, you'll miss the surprise as Lola, the central character, reacts to each change around her. It's beautifully structured and told, and the end takes a moment's thought to understand, as you have to figure out not who the Ultimate Bad Guys are, but why they are. Womack writes Lola's diary with just the right balance of naivety about the adult world (we never find out why we're in dystopia, but then children don't understand that stuff) and directness about the people she meets and what happens. The slang spoken by Iz, Weezie and Anne is as convincing as the slang spoken by the street kids in The Wire. How he writes at this quality and works as a publicist in publishing, I have no idea.