If you take a little Arthur Dent from The Hitchhikers Guide, some 1984 Winston Smith and Big Brother mixed with a sprinkling of Peter Pan, the Mad Hatter and some 1960's LSD you are half way to discovering what the book Milo Moon is all about. Of course a smattering of Frankenstein's monster and the Seven Faces of Eve gently stirred into a mousse of Disney fantasy with completely out of context sexual references and you have a chunk of the second half. The third half becomes more complicated as a smattering of political intrigue and characters who wish to remain nameless wander in and out at their leisure giving one a sense of hope which of course is quickly and brutally dashed. The fourth half smells of The Lord of the Flies, but luckily there's no mention of any pig heads on sticks. Thankfully. Then of course there's the end which occurs stereotypically on the last page. If you have read this far, venture on and enjoy Milo Moon.