I usually take my time, and can be quiet erudite when it comes to expressing my love for a book. Today is not that day. No, you see, you can't be eloquent and merciful to a book whose main theme is stabbing. Not just other people but stabbing you, in particular, right in the heartsole (Because, at my heart, I am an arsehole - get it? No....?) Anyway, before I read this book, I was a deadened husk inside. That book didn't change that aspect of me much except to poke so many holes in my exterior facade that water leaks in when it rains. Let's roll things back. So I read this book back when it was a glimmer of a book. I loved it then but I LOVE everything about it now. This book is to breaking readers hearts as maestros are to music. Sorry, I'm still so hung up on this book. I don't want to say the theme of this book is stabbing. I want to say something more intellectual like it's theme is revenge and the slow leaking of the humanity in one who has lost so much. But if you said the main