Glory isn't sure why she drank the bat, but what's done is done--and now she's getting transmissions when she looks at people. Visions of their pasts, their ancestors, their descendants. Visions of a war being fought, a war sparked by the exploitation of a loophole in the Fair Pay Act: no need to pay women the same as men if we make it illegal for them to work. Visions of women hiding in tunnels and living in trees. Between these visions, Glory is reading through her late Mom's photography journals and experimenting in her darkroom, trying to make sense of her own emotions. 
 It's hard to call a book "typical AS King" when her books are so different from each other, but this is another wonderful story of a teen coming to terms with past traumas and weird circumstances that might be magic and might be hallucinations. This isn't the visceral experience of Reality Boy, but is nonetheless a wonderful, weird book.