The scenes are short and the 1st-person voice is kind-of streamy and hard to understand sometimes. 
 He was right, life wasn't simple. Parts of it were--a frog scratching its head like a dog, the clean, heavy weight of a bolt in your hand, certain songs--and you'd try to hold on to these but you couldn't hold on for long. Things would get complicated, and the more you thought about them, the more complicated they got. 
 It's hard to explain about her. It's like trying to describe the smell of fresh-cut grass on those evenings in June when everything stands out from everything else, when the shadows moving up the trees are as sharp as the leaves that made them. You can compare it to something else, you can break it down into parts and hope they add up, but really it's about how it makes you feel. 
 Some of the descriptions were good, but mostly the scenes were flimsy and the pace drove me crazy. The issue of child abuse was depressing.