This book made me feel like a first-year grad student at a party. This book is the cool girl in your lit theory seminar whose favorite authors are all white men who died young; she is lewd, funny, sexy, and unpredictably mean. There were moments I laughed out loud and moments I really felt for the narrator–a true disaster bi, and a rare instance of a 45yo woman as protagonist. Then there were moments I felt were a little too carefully designed to test my compassion, artfully distasteful in the way Brief Interviews with Hideous Men can be: content notes for suicide, assault, and adultery. Did I like it? I’m still not sure. But I inhaled it in two days.