“Who hasn’t lain in bed next to her lover and wished that, coitus concluded, she could turn her head in a balletic one-eighty, unhinge her jaw, and snap off the head of the man lying insensate next to her.”

A funny, filthy, fiendish ”memoir” written by a femme fatale about her cannibal-foodie days, with an underlying story about female friendship. What’s not to love?