Don't hit me! I know, I know, I hate when authors play with form. And the story is unevenly told (not just physically). But it's a GREAT idea, and I was genuinely terrified reading it. I had to hide it from view to sleep at night while I was reading parts of it. I didn't mind the framing story (which I usually do) EXCEPT for the how the narrator nicknamed the stripper non-character Thumper, and was childishly obsessed with her. I loved the scary appendix letters from the mother. But what I loved most in this jumbled book was the essay about echoes, which still haunts me.