Once There Were Wolves

The first half of the book I was utterly in love. It was raw, thought-provoking, and moving. I was highlighting left and right. I thought I totally “got” this book and it resonated with me so deeply. Then suddenly the plot completely takes over and overwhelms the writing... well not just one plot but a dozen different but equally overwrought plots working together to weaken and cheapen the depth and meaning. After all the ridiculous twists and turns, the culprit ends up being the exact person you think it is from the beginning which is so frustrating because this book was strong enough to be a great literary work instead of a tawdry thriller. I still rated it highly because it's been a while since a book completely wrecked me emotionally like that, so the writing must be good I guess... even if all the stories ruined it for me at the end.