The Blindflod was a very beautifully descriptive and passionate account of what it is like to be a young woman, a poor grad student, a newcomer to New York, and a migrane sufferer. If these are themes that interest you the book will be a pleasure to read. I read it straight through in one day, I was so entranced. Hustvedt has a knack for making the mundane appear incredibly bizarre, and the oddities of life appear normal in some way. The only thing I found a little disorienting is the order of the different chapters. Why are the readers left struggling with chronolgy? It is like a novel that begins in the middle of the story, or perhaps more like short stories woven together in the hope to form the full breadth of the novel form. One of the most memorable aspects of the novel is the exploration of an important, and all-too-overlooked, psychological theme of the secret human love of committing small evil acts.