Utterly undeserving of the effusive praise from NPR and the New York Times that brought me here. This is obvious, unsubtle, soft science fiction and fantasy at its worst. My god, how many times can authors write hysterically about how technology is destroying the "magic" of the "real world" before falling asleep on their keyboards, drooling at the mouthhole from boredom? There was far too much reliance on moth-eaten tropes about the terrors of industrialization, mystical natives teaching white people how to be authentic, and manic pixie dream girls (in some cases quite literally magical women) to move the stories along. Each tale was more irritating than the last. 
 In a word: