See, this is one of those stories. One of those that make me wonder if something's wrong with my English because what the fat is going on? I mean, it's like the language isn't really language but more evocations of a bunch of more visceral reactions, and that's not altogether bad, but it just makes the plotline seem incredibly inscrutable. I literally feel like I have absolutely no idea what went on. Also, it seemed to take a lot of information for granted that I hadn't been actually granted. It's like there was a whole other bevy of backstories I was supposed to already know, but since I didn't, I was mostly floundering about trying to figure out what was going on.
I mean, it was altogether terrible, there was just something about the language that made me feel like I somehow became ESL.