Wavy, the kid of teen methheads is a mute, magnetic force even at 6, preferring to eat out of trash cans and break into homes with her normal but curious cousin. The author is good at changing the diction to really sound like troubles children or stern fathers or worrying grandmas, POVs switching most chs. Wavy seems either autistic or just a quiet prodigy, knowing so much about the stars and science w/ advanced vocabulary. Her mother is ironically a germaphobe, stealing food forever “dirty” out of her resented kids’ mouths. Wavy sees one of her dad’s friends wreck on a motorcycle and he thinks she’s an angel, starts looking after her. He’s more of an indifferent speed seller/regular mechanic so finds her living conditions deplorable. It seems implied they’ll be romantically involved when she’s much older but, despite all these should-be enthralling events, the book seems way too slow and distant, minus the mom with some unique depth in her bipolar manchhausen’s by proxy. I nearly quit around 40 pages, stuck it out to part two and it just can’t hold my interest, Wavy too infantile for too long. 400 pages is at least 100 too many.