The book is lighter on dialogue than it is on the narrator protagonist's kind of internal monologue. The internal monologue has a flowery quality, not quite academic, but certainly like red ot of books,. It was as though i believed instead that these had been years of dreaming from which i would now turn to real life. I was too exhausted to ask myself the question i had asked so many, thousands of times before. Why is it wrong for me to stay just the way i am? Now i was fed up with myself. For all my chastity was ruining my body.