I really enjoyed about 50% of this book. Part of it was quite an interesting story of infidelity, relationships and struggling to do the right thing even if it hurts you. The other part felt like pretentious, self-indulgent waffle. Luckily it was also very short.
It is really toward the latter part of the book, when you get chapters called “The skin” and “The skeleton” that it began to lose me and I began skimming at speed. I think these chapters are probably meant to be a bit racy, but I was halfway through a story and suddenly there are just endless descriptions of different parts of the body and how exciting/sexy/dead they are. BUT WHAT ABOUT THE WOMAN WHO MIGHT BE DYING???????? No, we are just going to wax lyrical about the fierce beauty of shoulder blades. I DON’T CARE ABOUT SHOULDER BLADES!!!!!!
I did enjoy the fact that we never found out the name or gender of the protagonist though.
In summary, much like the curate’s egg, it was good in parts.