I just couldn't get past the grown man sucking a little girl's toes. There might have been a perfectly reasonable explanation (snake bite?) for the incident later on in the book, but the first mention weirded me out so badly that it was always in the back of my mind and overshadowed my reaction to the protagonists’ relation. I felt like I had to constantly look over my hunched shoulders and I could not relax as long as I kept reading - so I stopped. I had wanted to read this for years and when my colleague gave the book to me with almost exuberant praise, I dived right in, but unfortunately, dear book, you met me in an unforgiving mood. Don't freak me out so early on. Give me time to adjust. Then I can take most everything you might throw at me. Honestly, I've read far worse depictions of really commended acts and not even batted an eye, but you encountered me in a squeamish phase of my life (which probably didn’t last that long). Until we meet again. Better luck next time.