This is a short book, but not necessarily an easy one. I have never read anything quite like it -- and I consider that the highest of compliments.
The language Jeanette Winterson uses is so eloquent; the imagery is absolutely beautiful. The best way I can think to describe this novel doesn't even come close, but it will have to do: part haunting fairy tale and Paul Bunyan-esque folk tale, with a heavy dose of Cloud Atlas and Naked Lunch mixed in. Winterson is probably the only author that can make a giant woman chomping some dude's dick off sound poetic. Oh yeah, and if you're bothered by crude language or sex scenes (none of which are vanilla), this one might not be for you. Fortunately, I love me some smut.