I could not put this book down. I had to know that everything was going to be ok. It was a rough read, too much of my own painful childhood memories came back to me. I was intrigued by the Sinclair's and the driving force behind their behavior. This is a great case study on how toxic shame taints relationships. It was a well-crafted story, I loved the characters, it was all too believable. And yet, there wasn't quite enough hope or joy for me to recommend it to others. I still feel a little raw from reading it myself. I know not every story is pretty, I have my own painful story, but... I like literature that helps point out the good, the beauty in those stories too. And this was all a little too desolate, too dreary.