I can't write a real review for this. I don't think I ever kidded myself that I could. The books that do this to me, the ones that end with me bent over the pages and sobbing, are never ones that I can review logically, critically. I know this book isn't perfect. It isn't even all that close to perfect. But in the end, that doesn't matter; not to me.
When I rate a book, I don't rate it on its literary merit. There are some books that might have beautiful writing and unique, ridiculously intricate plots that I will rate lower than a book with too many ellipses and awkward dashes and often stilted dialogue because I rate based upon my experience with the book. And based upon my experience with this book, I give it a million stars.
A lot of people won't be able to handle this. If the subject disturbs you, if you can't handle your books dark, don't read it. The pitch never tried to fool you. It tells you right from the start what you are going to find in here, and if you can't handle that, if that disgusts you, don't bother picking up the book.
Tabitha Suzuma handles this topic better than any author I've ever seen. Her writing isn't flawless and her plotting isn't flawless but she wields emotion like a sword. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go sit in my room and cry.