One of my lovely friends from work sent me this to read and whilst I really enjoyed it I often found myself very confused as to what was going on. The plot was incredibly confusing as was distinguishing who was narrating certain sections. I got the feeling that this was kind of about a cult and/or a very secluded family. But at the same time it felt kind of weirdly dystopian but regressed. There was a lot going on in this.
My favourite part was definitely the style of writing, it's beautiful. But that was about the only aspect that I recall. I remember really enjoying the book, although it was confusing. I still prefer Emma Cline's The Girls or Foxlowe by Eleanor Wasserberg for their cult fiction.