...comes the bad review...
Honestly had her criticism been flipped ("I loved the plot but hated the writing style!") I would be more disappointed. The book is disturbing, there's no doubt about that. I meant to write it as a giant hyperbole, and obviously, somewhere, for some people, I failed in making it enough of a hyperbole. Perhaps the characters, as skeevy as they can be, were a little too three dimensional? I'm not entirely sure.
But now I have some lady in Colorado who thinks I condone murder under the right circumstances. Whoopsie.
Murder is bad, kids, mmmm'kay?