This is a dark, horrifying tale that grasps the reader in its talons and holds them captive, right to the end.
The different parts of the narrative seem disjointed, and to not make sense at first, but that is the intended effect: this is a nightmare, a living hell, flashes of lucidity and terror that draw the reader into the different kinds of horror that the central characters each find themselves in.
The story lurches and rolls, disorienting and impossible to predict, reflecting the turmoil of the main characters’ deepest thoughts and feelings. As the story plays out, the strands of the narrative pull together to create structure and resolution from the mayhem.
The one thing that really annoyed me was the failure of the author to differentiate between ‘slither’ and ‘sliver’, using the one word for both meanings as though the second does not exist on more than one occasion. This may seem like nit-picking, but it demonstrates yet again that there is no substitute for a good editor if an author wishes to avoid frustrating their readers.
This is not a book for the faint of heart, but it is certainly a gripping read.