I'm barring no holds with this bullshit book. It's a mystery--because everyone is lying whether they need to or not. Get caught? Lie harder!--about unlikable people doing unlikable things, often for no special reason. Or, alternately, because they couldn't come up with a worse response. Adult child has finally caught on that her whole life is a lie and that's why she can't understand her nightmares? Obviously the only thing caring parents *can* do is enlist their psychiatrist friend in trying to convince her she's insane, and then have her involuntarily committed.

Fuck that. Fuck those parents and fuck this book.

If that's not enough, I can get way into the extremely tedious writing style. The assumption that we're all intimate with the works of Amy Winehouse. The clumsy redundancy of sentences like "He struggled...his drunken body swaying. In drunken frustration he tipped over." and [The thing] that I landed on collapsed when I landed on it." Also the just plain whatthefuckery of sentences like ""What?" shot out of my dad like a bolt." If you've never played mental Who's on First with yourself while reading a novel, I envy you. Me, I spent a hard minute thinking "I don't know, what shot out of your dad?" "That's right, what." and snorting like a pug dog with a cold. Speaking of dogs, there are none in this book. But there are mice and cats and one pigeon who have a hell of a time. One cat survives. The rest die nasty.

So I reiterate, fuck this book. But thanks again to my lovely cousin who sent it to me when I would not be denied. Perhaps one day I'll listen to them as I hope you readers will listen to me.