This is one of those books that isn’t really driven by plot or even characters. It’s more driven by theme, specifically desire, loneliness, vulnerability, and womanhood.

It’s also framed in conversations, meaning there’s less narrative flow between scenes like you typically expect in a novel.

Because of all these factors, this reads more like a memoir than a piece of fiction. As a fan of memoirs, I didn’t hate the ambiguity of this novel like I could imagine some readers might. But I do wish it had a bit more structure in the plot.

It’s a quick read and it’s not for everyone but I’m glad I picked it up!