Dorothy Daniels is a food critic with a ravenous hunger. Food has been her love and aphrodisiac, from thick tomato slices to, white truffles, Whoppers from Burger King and an ice pick into her lover's neck. And now she’s ready to share her psychopathic journey. But be warned, you might get a taste for your lover sautéed with shallots and mushrooms deglazed with a little red wine.

Sometimes a cover just draws you in. A Certain Hunger did just that for me. This cover, a painting by Bernardino Mei from 1622, represents Ghismunda; a character from The Decameron by Giovanni Boccaccio. It tells the story of the daughter of Tancredi, who poisons herself, drinking from her lovers heart, after her father has murdered him. Brutal you say? Well, so is this book. But quite easily digestible because of its sweet, satirical sauce.

So yes, this is not for the lighthearted as it gets bloody brutal with this raw languaged, raging, sexy woman with a high appetite for men. But I couldn’t stop reading it once I’ve started it. It’s gory, but juicy and blood chilling but also hilarious. These extremities of this psychopath are awful, but also very comical.

Despite her extremes, you might just end up liking Dorothy. If it’s not because of her humor or philosophical musings about feminism, it’s maybe her honesty or tragic life.

Highly recommend it for the ones with a strong appetite for the unhinged girlies, but be warned, you might get hungry.