If a Munch painting would speak, maybe this is what it would say. I'm struggling to comprehend (?) appreciate (?) absorb (?) what I read. Bizarre, strange, confusing, yet profound, deep, thought provoking, tugging at all aspects of emotions, and I couldn't put it down. Luckily it was a short book. It's either the work of pure genius or pure madness. One thing for sure, it made me think about it. Sometimes it’s hard to follow what appear to be flashback sequences and when the flashbacks end. My brains want to give this a 4 but my heart says it’s a 5. I’m following my heart on this one. I thought about re-reading a few sections to see if I missed something but then I thought better of it and just accept the story for what it was (no further explanations or clarifications necessary).