I almost certainly would have DNFed this book if I hadn't been reading it for book club. I struggled with this book a lot. I found myself questioning on a meta level how exactly a writer could portray the type of accelerating psychosis that Alice was experiencing in a way that felt somehow more visceral for me as a reader because I didn't feel drawn in enough to the story to be moving through it *with* Alice. I'm also reading Butter Honey Pig Bread right now which deals with Nigerian spirits and that book grabbed me through the chest and drew me in from the very beginning, so I'm not entirely sure what was missing in this one. The writing style just didn't jive with me, I think. The book reminded me in some ways of The Spirit Catches You And You Fall Down in the description of tension between the Indigenous mythology/spirituality and Western society/medicine, and how both can be real and true at the same time, but when you're caught in the middle, it goes tragically. The reveal towards the end came a little too late for it to save the book for me and it left me feeling frustrated that it wasn't more developed. I ultimately feel like this was a book full of really great and interesting ideas that just weren't fully cooked.