I have a lot of feelings about this book, most of which boil somewhere down to “this book told a story I don’t much like in a particularly lovely fashion.”
The experience of reading it was like being in a thunderstorm, but the experience of looking back at it and trying to say something is like the aftermath of “now I’m cold and wet and I’m not sure I have anything that I have with me that I can point to as the source the experience, just a lot of discomfort.”
Nothing quite like writing a helpful review, is there?