I really wanted to love this one. A book about motherhood, selfhood, and female animalistic rage. The narrator is a woman who used to be an artist (although why the past tense? does the title only apply if one is *constantly* creating art? or creating art for profit?) but after having a child became a full-time stay at home mum. Gradually she finds herself growing hair in places (base of her neck, tailbone), and having animalistic dog-like urges - to hunt on all fours, chase, dig, eat raw meat. She calls this alter-ego Nightbitch.

I thought the play on words was very clever, a word used to both describe a dog and a “difficult” woman as the narrator struggles to bridge these dualities in her: artist vs mum, creating art vs creating her son, dog vs human. She goes back and forth between a) trying her best to be creative and artistic and *normal* by bringing her son to the library and b) acquiescing to her urges to run wild at the dog park, eat rabidly, and hunt squirrels with her son. I think the concept of this book is brilliant, using this alter-ego to describe what a lot of us women (and I presume mothers) feel: anger, rage, power, fierce loyalty sometimes to the point of being feral. Emotions that are deemed unbecoming of women/mothers. Eventually, the narrator reconciles these seemingly opposing dichotomies and fully embodies *Nightbitch*. 

I started out really loving it, speeding through it, and I really do love the concept! But then I felt like the prose got more and more manic, crazed, line between real and imagined blurred, a lot of swimming in the metaphorical, until I could not understand the prose any longer and just wanted to finish it asap. Some paragraphs really hit the mark (see slide 3) but a lot of it I felt like was rambling. Still a very interesting book though!