I don't think I've ever read anything quite like this book. I was entranced by the prose and the language and the descriptive passages, and by the interesting way she unfolds the narrative--while there is a narrative arc and a shape to the book, it's not strictly linear or chronological. There's something about the interrupted prose, the asides and the jumps in POV to provide character sidenotes that reminds me of Michael Ondaatje's The Collected Works of Billy the Kid, which is an entirely different sort of book that is more poetry than prose, but I think in that small way it shares a sensibility. (Also, it is one of my favourite books, so any comparison is overwhelmingly positive.) Though in terms of genre this book is certainly both post-apocalyptic and steampunk, it also isn't limited by those descriptions and in many ways stretches our ideas of those genre. Really, I was just enthralled by all of it.