This book reads like first-person narration of a woman spiraling into crazy for most of its length right up until maybe the very end--though I'm not sure I entirely believe she found or did what she says--told in a sort of clinically bloodless prose that stirs the blood to apathy. The best thing about this book, really, is that VanderMeer is donating a portion of his royalties to thematically appropriate charities.
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