As soon as I closed this book, I started crying. It is such a slow burn of a novel - a little hint of a character here, a little story spun over there - that it took me a moment to join all the little threads of the story together. This book is about so many things, but at the same time the story is so simple and uncomplicated, and I think that is where the majesty lies. It is how Roy weaves the story that makes this little story so big and all-encompassing. She withholds just enough to keep you hooked, but gives just enough so you can try to piece it together. The book almost feels like a person that you're trying to get to know. 
 Apart from its impressive structure and heavy themes, the figurative imagery was sumptuous. Her style and use of language made this world jump off the page. One of my favourite similes was: "The slow ceiling fan sliced the thick, frightened air into an unending spiral that spun slowly to the floor like the peeled skin of an endless potato." I don't know how she thought to describe it like that but I am never going to look at a ceiling fan the same way again!