I read this for the Women In Translation month. I really enjoyed the story in the begining but towards the end it got somewhat monotonous and repetitive. However I loved the way the author included small stories of crocodiles in human suits (the LGBTQ community) as a metaphorical manner. Hearing that the author committed suicide and how Lazi, the main character, similarly is being potraied as a lesbian woman suffering from depression and social confusion who often has throughts of ending her life made this book a really depressing one. For some reason I am attarcted to depressing emotional stories. I liked the book and the story, but I wish it was not dragging like it did in the last quarter of the book.