Yes, this is a powerful, angry raw book, and yeah, it really needs to be read, but by the end I felt rather numb about it all. Precious was totally unlikeable, unlike the way they’re portraying her in the upcoming movie, and I liked that—I liked the fact that she wasn’t this hard outer coated softie that we’d love and defend mentally by the end of the book; you defended her because it was the right thing to do. She had been so royally abused by reality that you WANT her to win something by the end, and even if it is a tiny phyrric victory, it is a victory. But at the same time, it all got to be too much—as if the author felt that what had happened to her in the past just was not enough horror, and HERE, take several shovels more. It got unbelievable, almost – you were waiting for something like a car to explode while she walked by and burning her, or hell, a 747 to fall from the sky on her head, maiming her. In a way, it lessened the impact of what WAS happening to her and how she dealt with it.