*Warning: This review contains what I consider to be minor spoilers. If you are at all sensitive about that sort of thing, you may want to skip the middle paragraph, or refrain from reading this review.*
You know how sometimes the subject matter of a book is so horrific that the author is forced to use poetic language and imply things instead of stating them straight out because if he or she didn't, the reader would become suicidal before finishing the first chapter? This is one of those books. Unfortunately, at times, it seems as though the author is being poetic or obtuse because, "look at me and how prettily I can spin these metaphors!" That kind of thing is not my favorite. However, there were also times when the phrases just reached out and punched me in the gut with their beauty. They were beautiful like fruit is beautiful (that's a paraphrase). Another one is, "And we held each other, moving together, wordless but knowing the flavor of shoulders." Out of context, that seems a little silly, but believe me, it was breathtaking the first time I read it.
At first, I wasn't even sure what the book was about; everything was so implicit and ambiguous. I gather that Jael grew up in several abusive environments and now has to come to terms with what happened to her. She does this with very little professional help, but quite a bit of inner strength and spirituality of both the religious and earth-based varieties. I found this a little unrealistic, as I work in the mental health field. The book also ended rather abruptly, before the healing was complete. I would like to know more about Jael's experiences, particularly regarding the survivors group she may or may not have joined.
Overall, I did enjoy the book. Jael's fascinating life story, and Reynolds' mellifluous writing captivated me from beginning to end. I just wish there was more.