A place where the Gardener could easily kill them by releasing toxic chemicals through the air vents. A place where the doors would only open with a code and soundproof walls cordoned off their rooms whenever a landscaping crew came to tend to the Garden. Add a few Greek letters and it could sound like any sorority house in a quaint college town.until she recounts the other aspects of the Garden.Ī place where the women were regularly raped by "the Gardener," as they referred to their captor, who insisted it was love and never outwardly caused them physical harm, and by his son Avery, who reveled in the brutality and sadism and sent more than one woman to the infirmary or an early grave. She recounts the menial and everyday aspects of the Garden, where each girl had her own room and personal shower, was given three square meals a day plus snacks, received healthcare from a live-in nurse, received "gifts" that appealed to their passions (Maya was given books, another girl a piano, another girl modeling clay, etc.), and how they all intermittently got along and squabbled. The story then proceeds to alternate between the interview and "Maya's" time in the Garden. But, for the sake of plot development, let's (hopefully) pretend that our law system is so callous. Now, I'm no trauma expert or FBI agent, but I found it tough to believe that they would haul a kidnapping/rape victim into an interrogation room minutes after she was rescued because none of the other victims would talk. You don't know much at first except there was a fire, she and a number of other captives escaped, and the cops think she's hiding something (the "payoff" of which, by the way, is incredibly disappointing and Soapy). The Butterfly Garden opens with Maya/Inara (our protagonist whose real name remains unknown) being interviewed by a detective (protagonist #2) following a harrowing escape from the clutches of serial killer. What better complement to the serial killer podcasts, shows, and movies I'd been devouring than a book about a man who kidnaps beautiful young women, tattoos wings on their backs, and keeps them in a gorgeous oasis like pet butterflies? I jumped in with both feet and eyes closed, but The Butterfly Garden didn't exactly stick the landing. So when I received The Butterfly Garden as a gift, it felt like kismet. I have something morbid to confess: I've been on a bit of a serial killer kick lately.
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