I really thought I would like this book, and I did, probably until 2/3 or even 3/4 in.

The story is amazing, the world is vibrant and believable, the main characters are interesting and you instantly start rooting for them. I liked following their life stories so much, I could ignore the metaphors, comparisons and repetitions of both that were just a bit too much for my taste.

At first I didn't understand why I stopped liking it, because I usually don't have a problem with violence in books. I thought maybe I did just not understand something important about it. But in the end I decided it was just that - needless violence, and that's what I didn't like. I failed to see the storytelling purpose of it and reading it, I felt more vouyeuristic than anything else. Maybe that WAS the purpose, I still don't know, and maybe that's my fault.