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Hugh is confined to suburbia and a dead-end job due to his mother's fear. Desperate for an escape, one night he goes running and stumbles upon a gateway into an idyllically fresh world. The clean water and air, and the absence of humans, draw him back again and again. However, he is not the only one to have discovered the gate. Years ago, Irena found the way through while fleeing from her gruesome step-father. She feels betrayed that someone else has found her secret spot, but the villagers who live in this perpetually twilit Arcadia are excited - he's the one they've been waiting for. The roads to the village have been blocked by an unnameable fear. The villagers are slowly starving, and only Hugh, the outsider, can get through the roads. Irena demands to go with him, and the two set off together. On the one hand, this is a pleasingly realistic book. Hugh and Irena spend a significant amount of time getting lost in the woods, and their internal lives are vividly described. On the other hand, not much occurs, and what little does happen is never fully explained. The story is somewhat like a combination of Steinbeck's writing style and Patricia McKillip's at her most elliptical. This is my least favorite book by Le Guin. It's not terrible, but it's not outstanding either.