I had been reading a lot of Hemingway and I sort of wanted a break from That Style; I definitely got it with this book. Roy's writing is breathtaking. To steal a sentiment from another review I just read, she puts words together in ways that should make no sense at all but flawlessly evoke the sense of being there. It reminds me of Tonguecat or The Sound and the Fury a bit in that regard. The story is dark and sad and horrible, which I resented at times, but ultimately I forgive it for its astonishing beauty. Also, something I don't see other reviews pointing out: this book is funny! Am I the only one who took that from it? While the dominant notes are certainly pretty dismal, the children are still children and Roy shows us how they play with words and think about what the worlds shows them in completely ordinary childlike, hilarious ways.