Insufferable novel. 500 pages of the internal monologue of one of the most unsympathetic protagonists I’ve ever encountered. I’m halfway through and am finished. Could care less what happens to this miserable, unhinged, unhappy, miserable woman. Her character and the author’s constant use of metaphors as well as distracting semi-colons littering every page like birdseed spilling out the sides of a cage housing a maladjusted parrot who screeches at everyone who walks in the room; as if they’re there to kidnap him or worse set him loose; because he got free once and it so traumatized him that he needs daily medication (see what I did there?) is more than I can take.