Wow, what a ride.
I shall agree with most of the readers here, this book is not for the faint hearted. Nor it's a love story, according to my opinion; it's a passion/passionate story that involves a sexual relationship between a male and female, but I should point out that not once neither Kelly nor Victor used the word "love" or "being in love". Both of them were obsessed with each other, obsessed beyond words, thus leading to tremendous sexual extremeness.
One thing I think it stands out and one shall obtain from reading this book, is that here we have a really unique female character in terms of sexuality, she's quite the exact opposite of how usually feme-fatalles' or even next-door-girls' sexuality is portrayed in literature. Although I reckon that upon finishing the book Victor can be easily seen as the victim and Kelly as a psychotic, sadistic bitch.
Griffiths writing skills are not to be taken lightly, you can feel what the characters feel, see what they see. I found that reading the same story twice as it was experienced from both parties was brilliant. You *think* you pretty much know how the story ends from Victor's naration alone and somehow, along the way I had a slight yet so naive hope that we might have a pleasant ending there. Nope, it was utterly depressing.
I have been a dedicated reader for almost a decade and I can truly say, this was one of the most intense stories that I have ever crossed paths with. Really depressive, harsh, nihilistic and left me utterly gutter when I finished reading the last word, but I was completely, purely overwhelmed at the same time.