this book is utterly destroying me.

i’m desperate to finish this novel so that i can make it go away. it’s been a long time since i’ve read a book with images so disturbing that i find myself close to tears buckling henry into his carseat or stirring up fruit-on-the-bottom yogurt. (perhaps only the sparrow by mary russell made me this deeply afraid to walk outside my house.)

audrey niffenegger has somehow (is she in my head?) identified and described every fear i’ve ever had: decapitation in car accidents, frequent miscarriage, disappearing husbands, children in danger. everything except giant centipedes. even writing that list made me shaky. i need these people out of my head.

will the end be as bleak and paralyzing as the first 420 pages?
i’ll let you know.