I think I would have liked this book if I hadn't had my hopes up based on friends high praises. As is I feel quite lukewarm towards this book. I started reading it with the expectation of a hard topic and something serious to ponder and was met with "blue is for wife, red is for vessel..." etc. Besides the colour scheme which felt childish and silly I felt cheated by only having the one narrator. I kind of get that it fits with the uncertainty of the regime, but it still feels like I get what this poetic word-games loving woman conjured up, and not all the realities. My favourite thing is to get into other peoples heds using books, well, this book offered me just the one somewhat boring head to get into and hardly any insights into other people.