Wow, what a journey. I was telling my partner about this book and his summary was, "So she was raped by every single person she came across?" 

I felt like the author needed a proofreader/editor, it almost came across as an ESL author, I'm not sure but some of the sentences almost felt like the words were in the wrong order. Maybe for the author it was an intended effect of the protagonist's drug use/dissociation. 

Overall, I enjoyed the intense atmospheric misery that this book created, I don't know what is up with me and my brain but something about these type of books is so satisfying. Maybe it's like the new Selena Gomez song where she talks about sharing her story because it might make someone feel less alone. Like the depths of my despair as a human have a context and there's people who make it through much harder things. I wish the author was still with us, I think I would have read more of her books. 

I think it's rooted in the feeling of being human, and feeling things deeply, and the power of a writer who is skilled to entirely immerse you in a world, a feeling, a mood, a life. This book was amazing, truly, at putting me into this atmosphere of numb yet unrelenting pain.