The writing in this novel is absolutely gorgeous-feverish and evocative, strange and compelling. And I was drawn in by the premise (I love a Maine setting, and ecological collapse is certainly a timely topic) and was amply forewarned about the focus on depression and suicidal ideation/suicide attempts (kudos to the author for the full-page content warning at the outset). What I wasn't prepared for, and what in the end kept me from enjoying this book, was the levels of unlikeability these characters would achieve (particularly Harlow). I don't mind an unlikeable character, but Harlow was so self-absorbed and lacking in sympathy that I couldn't really deal. I understand that she has massive codependency and anxiety issues, and I appreciate that they were woven into the narrative in fairly nuanced ways, but I could not stand this character, nor could I really stand her friend Ellis. Tommy and his dog Goose were fairly sympathetic, though Goose's cancer diagnosis and treatment make that element fraught for different reasons. In the end, this book took me forever to get through, and I hated being in the company of these characters and their toxic relationships. I loved the world, and I loved the writing, but I just couldn't deal.