Though this novel kept me reading, it got a very sour taste. The tension mounts as it goes into what felt a very bleak world. There is no light, no beauty, no poetry at all in the life of the protagonist neither around her. And mostly it would kill any desire to write. I kept thinking that the authors of the past, the good ones, the classics, likely never went about writing in the spirit -or lack of- described in this book, as being the prevalent one in the publishing industry.