This follow-up to Damage is about a woman obsessed with loathing and envy for the adopted sister she thinks has stolen her birthright of parental love, silks and cashmeres. But the real betrayal is in the author's abuse of language, all messy metaphors and waffling profundities: 'Grief swelled her face as though all the fluids of the body, lymph and blood, were surging in a wave of revolt, crashing against the rocks of bone structure.' Schlock in a party frock.
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