I liked this book in spite of myself.

It started rough, and I was really worried about where it was all going with the whole gynecological element, given the b-movie flavour of this story, but yeah; I kept coming back to it, despite everything. It's definitely a product of its time, occasionally laughably so, and the David Cronenberg-level of body horror was . . . gothic in its total gross-outedness, but somehow it was a compelling read, especially with the endnotes.