I think I just don’t like funny books. It remains unclear if my occasional revulsion about the events unfolding in this book originate from genuine objection or from some mix of self loathing, but the fact remains that I just don’t think this book was for me: mothers and daughters (read: mommy issues) graphic (and I mean GRAPHIC and not even yummy sapphic) sexual content, and being Jewish (although the Rabbi character construct and the golem were perhaps the most compelling parts of the book).