Dark Book

This book is rather macabre in its mood and portrayal of death. I don't really know if I like it yet or not. It's like a car wreck. I don't want to look, yet I continue to stare, I even slow down with the intent of seeing the end of it all. Humanity is obsessed with death in that sense. We have a fetish for destruction and harm, and it's a primitive instinct in each and every one of us. Finch has this quality really drawn out in her. So far, she's dealt with rejection, hatred, and prejudice to the point of insaniy, but she still lives each day with the knowledge that we're all going to meet our end eventually, so her life is just a drawn out version of death.