This book is deathly allergic to subtlety. There's only so many times you can read about the nature vs nurture internal conflict of the protagonist being spelled out before your eyes start to glaze over.

I really don't get Rachel Harrison. I absolutely loved The Return, steered clear of Cackle (it sounds like it contains every single trope that I despise) and found Such Sharp Teeth funny, despite it being kind of boring. But this book is just... nothing. It's not funny, it's not witty, it's not inventive nor gripping.

Every character is a different shade of bland. Vesper desperately wants to be loved for who she is, instead of being loved for what she is, but that would be pretty hard, considering that her personality consists of being dumb and insufferable. 

This book wasn't even as funny or quick as her other books!!! The body horror (which Harrison is, admittedly, masterful at) was barely there!!! I was so disappointed. I probably will check out her next book, because she is a talented writer, but wow. What a snooze.

The only part that was enjoyable was the epilogue, because Vesper was a little less of a miserable POV by then.