The Way the World Ends (Warmer, #1)

by Jess Walter

“Stop crying, kid, it ain’t the end of the world.” But what if it is?

No, the job is as far from perfect as it is from Miami,

Weather is climate in a certain time and place. In this time and place, two mildly depressed scientists interviewing for the same job have been caught in some kind of perverted envirosexdeath party by an overlooked genius of southern literature (his grotesque, generationally damaged characters speaking to themes of a perverted historical America) and a meteorology prof who teaches her students to stand in front of a green screen and cheerfully narrate the death of a planet.

Is it any wonder we are pulled so quickly from our sense of doom, from sorrow and desperation, in such a world as this? Who could believe that in such overwhelming beauty exists such fragility?

“But it seems to me,” Jeremiah says, choosing his words carefully, “that you shouldn’t give up hope until you’ve done everything you can.”