RaveLos Angeles Review of Books... brilliant ... Weather holds its own with the strongest examples of the new non-speculative climate fiction. It has the feel of a new classic, the kind of book that future humans will read in order to figure out what people were thinking in the early decades of the 21st century, when they knew they were creating a crisis and yet were doing nothing to rein it in ... The success of Weather is the result, first, of her impeccable sentences: spare on the surface but dense with meaning. When you have been spending time with Offill’s prose, all other sentences seem suddenly baggy, embarrassingly rambling, self-indulgent, imprecise. On the one hand, I wish Weather were longer because I would have liked to spend more time with its intelligent narrator, allowing her to select endless snippets of wisdom and foolishness from the vast library of her mind. On the other hand, Offill’s restraint is admirable: it must have taken a great deal of effort to avoid writing a clunky book by commenting on every paratext she selected. Each sentence that made it into a book is a perfectly cut and polished jewel ... but Weather would have been stronger if she also acknowledged her good fortune to go into the storm as an educated white American with a professional salary ... Offill does not impose a set of morals on its readers; instead, she instructs by literally teaching us how to feed ourselves and keep ourselves warm when the infrastructure of modern civilization fails. By caring for others, Offill shows us how we might, in an ever-darkening world, create a little bit of light.