I don’t really know what I was expecting from this book, and I don’t know how I feel about what I ended up getting. I enjoyed having insight into so many different characters’ lives and how their histories and lives tangled together. Hildy as a narrator was aggravating, but not to the point that I wanted to put the book down – on the contrary; I found myself speeding through the book thanks in part to her.

That being said, this seems to be a book chock-full of unlikable characters. I was both somewhat repulsed by and completely uninterested in most of them, but I felt a strange urging to continue reading through the end. Leary walks the fine line of making me care enough to see their story finish out without making me actually root for anyone, which is a difficult task as an author and one that works well here.

Leary definitely has the ability to write; I can’t deny that. But even after sitting and pondering just how I felt about the book, I can’t say whether I enjoyed it or just felt “blah” about it. It was a nice, easy, fast read, which I can appreciate, but I don’t know that it’ll have a lasting effect on me beyond trying to figure out what I can make of it.