This book was deeply unsatisfying. It was interesting, certainly, and the imagery was good, but it wasn't cohesive. Lambert takes the air of mystery too far, so that you can't make sense of what's happening and don't feel satisfied even when you're ostensibly supposed to. There seemed to be a tenuous connection the the Holocaust that was tossed in at the end and not explored at all, like a cheap way to tug at our heartstrings that just didn't land. It's almost magical realism, but there's no sense or rules to the world so it all just left me feeling deeply BLAH about it.