The first 75% and the last 25% of this book reads like two entirely separate stories. Where the first three quarters is dreamy and tense, building up to an inevitable conclusion and providing us with some genuine and sometimes raw emotions, the final quarter feels like a Coen brothers movie. It’s inane and mundane adherence to its own out-there premise but discussed in a way that makes it ordinary and even boring. My suspension of disbelief broke hard. It’s not a long book, but it would have been better served not having the final quarter at all, rather than the author just filling it out by rote to tack an ending on it. If I could rate the two sections separately, I’d give the first 75% 4.5/5 stars.