Ugh and meh. Did not like this book at all. It felt contrived and puffed-up. So difficult to read. And the metaphors!: "...her breasts bloated like dough." And, "...her hands felt like cold raw chickens." And, "The hand slid off her arm, like hot fresh spit sliding down a wall." And, "Anna woke up feeling like moldy death." And, "She curled up on her bed. Like a grub in an apple..." Ad nauseam. Maybe one clever metaphor per chapter would have been ok, but one in every. single. paragraph? I started to look for them just for grins. Very distracting. Ok, I get that the book is one big metaphor (the pedophile in the novel is named Thorn). I get that it's all very poetic, etc. etc. But ugh, so contrived, so yucky. I HATED this book. Yuk. Ick, Bleck.