That got brutal pretty fast. I'd seen the end of the movie and known enough about it to be intrigued, and also give props to the actress but held off on reading the book for long enough. It just became time to do so. Holy hell Ketchum can make stuff move fast, and yet give the rest of the story enough time that it frames the main action in a way that doesn't seem rushed. Also I haven't felt that kind of emotion reading something since I read The Summer I Died. That's pretty high praise for the emotional effect of something.