The beginning of this novel was intense and beautiful and amazing - a feminist retelling of the lost boys, the descriptions of the these battered souls were difficult but incredible. The characters came more alive through their trials and tribulations, but mostly through their interactions and relationships with one another. The imagery was incredible. But then, the book seemed to take a turn and I had to will myself to keep going. I'm not sure what it was - it certainly wasn't a lack of action (which abounds). I think the varying story lines just got a bit stale, and the beautiful and thorough explanations from the opening of the story went away. I ended up skimming the ending. Wish it had continued as it started.