A stunningly written book about power abuse that throws you around like a rag doll, and with good reason, you the reader are also just a means to an end, along for the ride and how lucky we all are, to simply put, enjoy American Psycho for hot girls and gays.

I’d seen recently Charli XCX say in an interview that “Club Classics” was just a character study with a sly smile and it’s in this style of “inner circle” smirk that we can find Irina.

The power dynamics at play throughout are cruel and beautifully chewed over. I really enjoyed the scenes in which Irina entered into dangerous situations in which we classically imagine she’s at a disadvantage but how she’s always in control, above every situation, as we discover not as an act of survival but continually pushing the boundaries to try and feel what a boundary would even feel like at this point, her hunger grows in tandem with her separation from reality and we are once again reminded we are not in control as the reader, were no more important than the boys brought into the home photo studio.

Slick and filled with dark humour I devoured this book greedily, or maybe I’m just a bit more of a sub than I first thought.