Okay, hands-down, everybody stop. 
 This is one of all-time favorite books. 
 Disturbing, eerie, with an atmosphere that reeks creepiness and horror and so many things that shouldn't be but are, The Butterfly Garden is perfect in every bone-chilling way. I can't even explain the mysterious atmosphere, the hopelessness, that quiet sort of suffering, and the way this book is comprised not only of sobbing, desperate women, but of our main character, Maya, who is a type of woman on her own. 
 Already broken, you might call her heartless, but she is the type of character that makes you admire that silent strength and you find yourself reaching out to her, despite her indifference and blankness. 
 Dot Hutchison formed a book out of despair and misery and hope, and she captivated me the whole ride. I've read this book so many times, and it only gets better. I know, it's that type of book. But damn it, it's indescribable. You'll just have to read it for yourself.