Hannibal Lecter if he slayed (more).

I’ve seen others compare this book to Bret Easton Ellis’s work and frankly that’s insulting. Despite their surface level similarities, these two psychopaths aren’t in the same time zone, let alone the same league. Dorothy Daniels is far better. She’s a fleshed out, nuanced, fascinatingly articulate murderer. Patrick Bateman could never.

This book was full of frankly dazzling writing, replete with lavish metaphors sparking with razor wit and lustrous beauty that is just on the right side of being a “bit too much”, at least for me, your mileage may vary. This woman has very definite opinions about EVERYTHING, and even when I don’t agree with them I absolutely adore how they’re framed. E.g. living without duck fat is the definition of privation, Boston is the least sexy city she’s ever been to, Prohibition was a profoundly stupid time in America’s history, etc.


A Certain Hunger would be ideal for fans of shows like Killing Eve or people who maybe got a little too into Yellowjackets. I was hooked from page one, this book pulled me out of a mild reading slump I wasn’t even aware I was in. From start to finish this was a uniquely captivating read. I was shocked, I was amused, I was entertained, what more could anyone ask for?