I'm not going to lie, this was a tough read. It's definitely hard to get into the syntax, but McBride isn't just messing around with punctuation and gerunds-she's a very deliberate writer. For the first hundred pages or so, I couldn't see how the plot threads being dropped would get resolved- I think I was looking for some complexity or twist that wasn't there? It's definitely a very Irish book. 
 (view spoiler)[ I was beyond satisfied by the conclusion, but even though the book is obviously heavily about Catholicism, family, abuse, mental illness and loneliness, some elements felt like they were there to check off boxes on the list. Of course there's a comically evil grandfather who's so Catholic that he disowns his daughter for being left by her husband, and thinks normal childhood rambunctiousness is demonic possession. Of course her uncle's a rapist. Of course their church and school think that her brother's brain damage is somehow caused by sin. Of course her mother is too damaged and/or cruel to care about the protagonist after she's been beaten and raped. Alright, everyone is miserable and drinking whiskey! Etc, etc. (hide spoiler)] 
 I don't mean to be so whiny. There's a lot of great stuff in this book, too. It feels very true; the trials and tribulations of being a woman (or being a victim?) are both universal and hyperspecific to the protagonist at the same time. I'm going to carry my thoughts about this around with me for a few weeks, at least, and I'm definitely going to have to read something light or trashy next to rinse out my brain. Read it, just don't get bogged down by it or you'll never finish.