Just another one of those books that's good, just not good for me. I'm not a heavy metal person myself, I'm more traditional rock n' roll, so a lot of the references flew over my head. I get the general sentiment behind metal: very cynical, in-your-face, goes against the status-quo, kind of fluctuates between aggressive, rage music and social commentary, which actually sums up this book nicely. 

I think if anything what I loved the most about this book was Kris' drive. I always appreciate the tenacity of a character that gets constantly knocked down only to get back up with a vengeance. She has a righteous fury about her and it's great to see an older character that, even though she has been nearly squashed under the weight of life, is ready to kick some ass if need be.

I thought that supernatural aspect of the book was a bit weak and  I was a little disappointed that it wasn't explored a bit more, since that's what drew me to it in the first place. Perhaps it's just meant to be taken at face value, since it's really just a giant metaphor and seems like it's only there to raise the stakes. Then again, props to the book for taking the route of "the real horror were the human beings we met along the way." Big fan of that.