I was surprised at how much I enjoyed this novel. I think it does a good job communicating an essential truth about childhood trauma—its inexpressibility, the way children create mythologies in order to contain the pain to a coherent narrative—and it felt electrifyingly close to my own experiences as an

incest survivor.

 That said, it’s a predictable story,

and ending with Win comfortably settled in a psych ward was trite and offered a resolution unearned by the story.