This book appeared on a lot of various book bloggers’ Best of 2012 lists (including more than one Cannonballer), and I totally see why. It’s the first book in a long time that I was reluctant to put down and stop reading, even for short periods, and that I stayed awake until stupid o’clock in the morning to finish reading.
A young woman stands in a park in the rain, surrounded by fallen bodies of people wearing latex gloves. She’s beaten and battered, with no memory of who she is. In her jacket pocket, she finds two numbered envelopes. “Dear you, the body you are wearing used to be mine.” starts the first letter.