Spoiler alert. The narrator’s voice strongly correlates to whether I enjoy reading a novel. I loved the first chapter until I realized I was made a fool of and then I was angry! It wasn’t just an unreliable narrator. It was a worse feeling of betrayal because we had no clue the narrator was a third party who lied, or at least I did. I hated Beval’s voice, which of course was the point, but I powered through. Finally got to the last part, which tied it all up, and I realized the concept was brilliant to the extent it captured how women and their voices have been suppressed and exploited. And of course it took a woman to uncover the truth.