It's charming, in a disgusting way, with innocent killers and gruesome worms and word play, and with a landscape that is so tangible you can taste the dust and feel the wind sweeping through the streets. But the pacing is bizarre and the characters, while likable after a while, are kept at a considerable distance. The narration style is isolated and lonely. It's a slow burn with secrets that don't give themselves up easily. The ending is beautiful, but the bulk leading up to it is disjointed. I feel like I might have gotten more out of this if I were a parent, seeing a child change as they learn and become human. If I had to guess, I bet Station Eleven fans would enjoy this one. If they can deal with a giant flying bear and a whole lot of tentacles, of course.