I SUPPORT WOMEN'S RIGHTS AND WOMEN'S WRONGS. Lol.

Food and sex are such a fun thing to explore as well as to take too seriously as this book does. The novel is written as a mock memoir of our human-meat loving critic. While the writing often meanders, and sometimes you can tell that the blocky paragraph of introspection feels like it's written for the purpose of being screenshot and shared, there's almost something that makes it feel fitting as a mock memoir. I have a love and hate relationship with it to the point that I almost DNF-ed this but found it quite amusing as I pushed through. I can't say I didn't enjoy it. There are things I enjoyed a lot here such as Dorothy's friendship with Emma, the various ways of murder that has occured, and how our protagonist is a middle-aged woman (maybe it's just the books that I read but I don't think it's common in this type of media). I love how it reminded me of Hannibal and that we should really have more awful women in fiction to this extreme, why not have our own American Psycho? I almost wished the end was fleshed out a bit more but memoirs are sometimes like that I guess. People seem to hate how self aware and pretentious this book is, but honestly, I think it helped give it character; a murderer is only a badass in her own head.