I've heard from the beginning that this book was one that everyone needed to read. But for whatever reason it took me three years to get on the bandwagon.
This genre really is a dime a dozen, nowadays and it's difficult to find reads that actually stand out among the numerous attempts at originality.
Even if this story, itself, didn't stand out and exude "other", then Ms. Mafi's writing would still be enough to make it's permanent mark on the reader's mind.
It's like every peek into Juliette's brain is a poem. A song. Something that is both depressing yet beautiful.
Only when she speaks does she seem to be human. But, it's almost jarring when you realize that she doesn't SPEAK in prose.
Sometimes fragmented, but always poignant, Juliette's narrative is delightful.
The rest of the story is also enough to draw any reader in. Also, I can't help but wonder if Ms. Mafi may be going against the grain with this one.
We shall see.