Okay, why does this always happen where you read one book that has a very specific thing--in this case weird futures where societies rely on flesh and body horror to run--and then one week later you read a completely different book with the same thing in it.
Maybe, she observes, she could read the book descriptions before picking her next book. Or would that be too reasonable?
Anyway, this book was WILD and I have no idea what I thought about it except that I'm very grateful that I do not see images in my mind of things. It was compelling, although whether like the smell of freshly baked bread or like a grappling hook to the shoulder is debatable.