I liked it and enjoyed it, but found somehow annoying the pace, the way in which things are explained to the reader (or "never quite explained", more accurately). Everything is stated as if we had to understand it and I didn't get much of it until further on. I'm not saying this is a defect of the book, or the writer, I know it's probably my fault. I got a feeling of impatience many times.

I found really impressive how the coldness of the characters can affect me. They are angry, they are hard, they just hate, and it taught me, or showed me, how it must feel to live in a world that hates you, ignores you, despises you but uses you and never stops trying to change you, constantly, eternally, in a way I had never thought about before. I really loved that about the book although it made me feel uncomfortable and restless.

I love the environment, the way the world is constructed, and I adore the women protagonist, even though they are in personality so far, far away from me and make me feel weird with myself. Or, who knows, maybe just because of that.