I could not care less for this book. I like the prose, but it's very typical adult literature where the author thinks they are doing more than they actually are. 

Incredibly boring characters, slow build up that intrigues enough to keep reading but doesn't pay out in the end, and a wet teatowel of a protagonist who deserves so much more than the life she is left with at the end. 

The twist and its implications on Sylvia are incredibly fucked up; the author doesn't want to commit to a moral statement in the end, which leaves the reader with a strange aftertaste that Sylvia might partially be to blame for what happened to her; that it's somehow okay that the men -Thom, Gabe and Keller- who knowingly did this to her get to live their lives free of consequences. In an era where consent is so important, this story ends on a bitter note.