Didn't quite live up to my expectations, but still very good. It's always a hard balance when fiction is trying to push a political agenda. Truly, my main issues were the complete lack of reality regarding how the characters lives converge.

Favorite Quotes:

Yummy's life was just so different from any she knew and she wanted to tell Will all about it. She wanted to talk and puzzle it out. It was a pity he wasn't interested...It wasn't gossip. It was life, and it had been a long time since she'd had a girlfriend to talk to.

The mustard-colored bedspread felt like spun plastic, cold where it touched my skin.

The irrigators walk the earth in summer. Like huge aluminum insects, they inch across the contours of the land, sucking water into their segmented bodies from underground aquifers to rain back into the desert. Rainbirds, they're called. Robotic and prehistoric, mechanical yet seeming so alive, they span the fields and stretch to the horizon. Emitters, regularly spaced along the length of their bodies, spray a mix of water and chemicals into the air, which catch the light and create row upon row of prismatic iridescence, like an assembly line of rainbows.

...to accept the responsibility and forgo the control...