conceptually and technically, this is a masterfully written book. it tackled the situation in a way that I entirely did not expect, somehow managing to obscure the perspectives of both the women and the Children (with a capital C ofc) which is quite redolent of the 1950s and early 60s. I found myself surprisingly quite interested in this alternative approach to the story and kept wanting to keep read it, and weirdly enough, Zellaby (for all his casual racism and weird theories) made for such a compelling main character. wish I could've gotten the perspectives of the Children more, or at least of the women who'd suffered such a gross invasion but irrespective quite a brilliant read