Theatre professor Miranda Fitch knows pain. She bears the excruciating memories of her fall from the stage, the descent into crippling chronic pain, the dissolution of her marriage, the particular shame of stepping off a stage and into the wings. All she wants is to stage a production of Shakepeare's All's Well That Ends Well, but her students won't even give her that - they demand Macbeth, and it almost becomes so. But then Miranda meets three strange men in a bar who offer her a very special drink, and nothing is the same.

Mona Awad is an author who possesses a rare talent: while reading her books, it is entirely possible to lose track of time and space. This happened to me with her last book, [b:Bunny|42815544|Bunny|Mona Awad|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1544742360l/42815544._SY75_.jpg|58221942], and it happened with this one as well. Miranda is compelling because her head is so uncomfortable to be inside of, yet so riveting. She is unreliable and unlikeable and also impossible to look away from. Her recounts of her chronic pain made my own body hurt at times, tingling in psychosomatic sympathy. This book spirals maddeningly, and it's always near impossible to know what's real and what isn't. Awad's ability to write an utterly addicting narrative is one to be revered. It's rare that I am so sucked into a book that I forget where I even am. Five dark, delicious stars to this one.