If I had read this book 20-25y ago, I probably would have loved it. As it stood currently, I just found it exhausting and more than a little boring and pretentious. I understand that Dorothy is supposed to be unlikable, but I just hated spending time in her head. There were a few instances where I was like "okay, the author clearly doesn't know what [this dish] entails, bc those are not the ingredients for it," which seems fairly egregious for a supposed über-foodie serial killer?

At 29% I was angry at the lack of promised cannibalism and swore to myself if someone wasn't eaten by 40%, I'd be ragequitting. Unluckily, a piece of someone was eaten by 35% and so I finished, cursing myself the entire time. 

"Move over Bret Easton Ellis," said Kirkus, but who the fuck still reads and enjoys BEE these days, unless you're under 20 and still think this shit is simply fraught with meaning?

Bleh.