Ugh. This was so hard to read. Not because it was bad, but because I'm a parent, and it was all too easy for me to relate to. Too easy to put myself in anyone's shoes, and there wasn't a single pair I would ever want to be in. There were no obvious villains, and certainly no heroes. Lines were crossed. 
 I hadn't heard much about it, so was able to start with a clean slate. It's slow moving, beautifully written. And then, something happened. A baby washed up in a boat. A knot began to form in my stomach. It was like watching a car crash, where you really don't want to look, but you just can't seem to help yourself. 
 Yup. Reading this book is like a car crash. A well-written car crash. I was so reluctant to pick the book up, because I was so powerless at stopping it all from unraveling. But then I reached the point of no return. I was invested in it. So I plowed through it as quickly as possible, hoping against all odds for a happy ending. 
 I'm not going to tell you how it ends. You'll just have to suffer through the wreck too. 
 But seriously, read it. And then hug your children tight, and be grateful for every minute you have with them.