God I wanted to like this, I really did. But unfortunately, I really really did not. 

Earlier in the year I saw the author K. Patrick speak on a panel at the Writers Festival, and she explained that she wrote the sex scenes first before writing the rest of the story. Well honestly, it shows. The sex scenes were the most interesting part of the book, the rest was boring and hard to follow.

I think Patrick fancies herself as a bit of a literary muse or something, because her writing was disjointed and confusing in a way that I think she intended to come across as deep, challenging and intelligent, but instead it was just annoying and pretentious. 

The writing was incredibly self-indulgent and there was no character development at all across the board and worst of all: I did not care a lick for either of the main characters. For a book that spent so long building to the sex scene, there was a glaring lack of tension between the two main characters. I was not invested in either of them and so all of their interactions felt fake and unnatural because the whole situation did not seem believable. 

It makes me sad to write a bad review about a sapphic book because as a queer girly, I wanna fly the flag of pride but this book ain’t the one.

However! I think it would have made an excellent short story.

Guess we’ll never know though…