I wasn't expecting the poetry that accompanied the story in this book. The narrator is wholly unreliable throughout the story, immersing the reader into her world of numbers and horror and beauty and impossibilities. Juliette's world is as confusing for us as it is for her -- she doesn't know who to trust or what the world is really like outside and the people around her have more and more secrets. I'm not really sure how Adam is able to get through to her, or how they know they love each other, but goodness knows I felt it when they had moments alone. Their fire was easily felt. Oh my goodness I want to know what's going to happen. I feel like a lot happened in this book, but it still wasn't enough. The ending was very abrupt and withheld a lot of answers, but I at least know there is a second book to help me through. I thoroughly enjoyed the story and Mafi's metaphors throughout the novel. I just wanted to keep reading and reading and reading.