This was an unusual read for me, as far as the writing style. Rather than a traditional novel narrative, it’s set up more like a series of undated, brief journal entries, undated and not always linear. A story of growing up in a Massachusetts town in the 1980s where the old family names still hold a certain cachet, and where abuse of girls is seemingly pervasive and inevitable. I can’t say I enjoyed it, as it’s much too bleak for that adjective, but I think the author achieved what she set out to do in what and how she told this story.