A review by sakeriver
The Book of Joan by Lidia Yuknavitch

I thought this one was pretty good, although I’ve struggled a lot lately with post-apocalyptic and post-human SFF. It takes nothing away from a book like this to admit that I want more to be comforted by fiction than to be broadened by it. What I liked about this one was how joyfully profane it was, how much it reveled in the body. And I think it reached toward something divine, while rejecting divinity. The final chapter fragment was a little over my head, but I liked it all the same—it felt profound.