A good book to have checked out when you get sick for a couple of days. This bordered on too much violence for me and reading it in the same week I watched “Room” was probably a mistake. Maybe I’m getting squeamish in my old age. Or maybe my Feminism is getting cranky with so much socially OK lady-mauling. The person(s) doing the violence aren’t held up as good people, but it still begs the question of whether reading about this type of torture desensitizes us to the deeper meanings beneath violence against captive women. And very real, everyday abuse.
It was very readable and I’m giving it 3 stars because I kept at it, but at the end I kind of wished I hadn’t started it in the first place. I’m counting that as a sort of endorsement, though, because I don’t think I’ve had that feeling after reading a book before. So…a new reading experience? Something that got me thinking, definitely.