THODD is one of those books that starts off in one particular direction and after about 30 pages takes a drastic 90-degree turn, ventures off in a different, completely weird direction, and never really comes back. It struck me that none of the main characters ever really reacted to the strangeness around them. They must be pretty resilient people, or maybe just used to that kind of thing (phantom limbs, cranial black holes and talking catfish). I feel like it all gelled well enough, though. I've read three novels by Sedia and none of them are the least bit similiar. This bodes well for her future.