I've said many times we don't do post-apocalyptic novels. I particularly hate post-apocalyptic novels where the adults die. It reminds us of the dumbest movie I ever saw, Wild in the Streets, starring Hal Holbrook, Shelley Winters and Christopher Jones. The song Fourteen or Fight still plays in my mind whenever I vote.
But I digress. In this book, set in New York, no one lives past the age of 18. Gangs of youngsters are scavenging throughout the city, each having staked out a home turf. There's medical experimentation. To us it was boring. It has a happy ending though. At least I think it's happy.