This book was most of my most anticipated releases of 2018, and it did not disappoint. Clayton paints a world based on the obsession of body image: beauty is more coveted than food, water, even sanity. I loved the under-lying themes in this novel. Our main character suffers from severe peer-pressure, anxiety, and is shoved into a very dangerous and erratic world where you are only safe if you do what you are told and believe what you are told to believe. She is at first very naive, submissive, and agreeable, but as the plot progresses, she really comes into her own and is able to fight back again those who are trying to force her back inside her box. The world-building in this is phenomenal, it is so luscious and delicious, a world based in almost a steam-punk/Marie-Antoinette/ tea-cup Wonderland that is a facade for something very ugly, very twisted, and very mad-laboratory. Our antagonist was someone I truly grew to hate, and she was truly a suburb villain. My issues with this book are fairly simple: I did not care for the romance whatsoever, it was over-done, boring, and predictable. The protagonist was someone that had to grow on me, and while I understood what the author was trying to do, I just did not end up TRULY loving or feeling for her, although I did grow to care for her and feel for her situation. The timing of the plot was a little off, very, very slow, with much world-building and beautiful descriptions, then massive dumps of character development and change of pace. Over-all, I enjoyed this book immensely, and cannot wait for the next installment.