I’m reviewing this book in a way I feel is fitting to my reading experience. It’ll be to the point, crass in places and slightly scatterbrained!
Let’s keep it simple, for those of you that aren’t aware of my reading tastes, let me explain.
I LOVE reading weird, dodgy, questionable stuff. I go from demure gorgeous historical fiction to books only suitable for strong stomached wrong’uns.
Eliza Clark’s debut is all kinds of wrong. And so what?! I bloody loved it!
‘I wake up a full twenty-four hours later on my sofa. A bag of chips completely defrosted in my lap.’
📸 A forthright debut novel with hints of Trainspotting, American Psycho & CJ Skuses’ Sweetpea
📸 A dark, voyeuristic peek into the art world, relationships, drugs, gender & sexuality
‘Eddie, Eddie, Eddie from Tesco, shall I compare thee to a heavily discounted piece of meat on the reduced shelf at the end of the day? Thou art cheaper and, hopefully, fresher.’
📸 A narcissistic female protagonist who’s vulnerabilities surface throughout the story
📸 A diverse cast of characters that brings strong relationship dynamics from all angles
‘…why they don’t do condoms like cup sizes – A, B, C – rather than letting people guess what size they are based on…’
📸Riddled with a dark and dirty humour, I choked on my own spit a fair few times
‘I’m glad she’s still quantifying how much she wants to do stuff by how many dicks she’d suck to do it.’
📸 As a 40-something reader, the Urban Dictionary was my best friend
📸 Not recommended for the more sensitive reader. Don’t touch it with a barge pole if you’re easily offended.