An intriguing clash of civilizations, bogged down by poetic whimsy and alienating vocabulary.

This was forgivable and effective when telling a fish out of water story about the not like other girls who goes to the big city and finds she can't go home again, but in this book it turns into a chore that gets in the way of enjoying the tale.

There is some interesting themes around the experience of collective consciousness but I don't feel like the book managed to convey much beyond the chaos of it and it mostly feels like window dressing.

The inscrutable poetry is by far the most tedious aspect, though the gratuitous tribblecats did grate as well. Oh well.