This book was fucked up, which is fine. I do wonder though, was it fucked up in service of something, or just fucked up for the sake of being fucked up? 

My hold from the library expired in 3 days so I went from 45% to finished today. Maybe that my mistake, rolling open the throttle on this heinous and gruesome exploration. The book starts out mostly nauseatingly and each new milestone holds onto that, the characters don't grow or change, we are stuck in this fetid atmosphere, watching the story play out. It's a vignette of sorts, but I'm having trouble finding a vignette that focuses on such horrible developments. Usually a vignette is like, the family goes away on holiday to a ski resort. Oh wait, that's the Shining. Maybe it is that kind of vignette. 

It's also interesting, I tend to like the books that fall into the storygraph boolean of a mix of plot and character. This one leans mostly on the plot. We know the characters, and a few details about them, but I think the book moves along much more via the plot rather than the internal workings of the characters, and maybe that's why I feel a little undecided about it. I guess I'm also wondering what it says about me if I gave this book 5 stars. It's gratuitous, especially for the British. Maybe therapy is healing me from my magnetism to horror. This was horrifying and not in a quirky way.