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A review by marik0n
A Certain Hunger by Chelsea G. Summers
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0⭐️: I hate this book, and if I could unread it, I would.
I had such high hopes for this book but ultimately it fell so flat.
This book is supposed to be an insight into the inner workings of Dorothy, a food critic turned cannibal. It has been promoted as "feminist Hannibal Lecter" but I honestly didn't see it. I constantly had this feeling that the writer was trying to say that women can be serial killers too, but in an irritating and abnormal way, while the whole point was supposedly to demonstrate human feelings in a hyperbolic way. However, I kept thinking that she is just trying to insert a woman in the place we usually see a man, but didn't really support that, let alone for some shallow, meaningless life lessons from Dorothy. It just seemed forced and poorly executed.
The first problem I had with this book is how boring Dorothy is. I was totally uninterested in her and her victims because in fact, despite telling you how awesome and interesting she is, she actually isn't. I mean, psychopaths are usually charming, or at least appear to be. She wasn't.
By the end of the book I hadn't the faintest idea about her motivations for killing and eating these men. I can't be sure if it was about control, misplaced sexual gratification, culinary adventurism or something else. Since this is supposed to be the point of the whole book, it's more than obvious that it missed by a mile.
Also, I am so incredibly bored of food and genitals descriptions. So many food references without any actual reason to be there. I feel that the writer consumed herself with a lot of unnecessary details and side-stories that didn't really do anything for the plot, the main character and overall, the book.
All in all, I feel like I wasted my time.
I had such high hopes for this book but ultimately it fell so flat.
This book is supposed to be an insight into the inner workings of Dorothy, a food critic turned cannibal. It has been promoted as "feminist Hannibal Lecter" but I honestly didn't see it. I constantly had this feeling that the writer was trying to say that women can be serial killers too, but in an irritating and abnormal way, while the whole point was supposedly to demonstrate human feelings in a hyperbolic way. However, I kept thinking that she is just trying to insert a woman in the place we usually see a man, but didn't really support that, let alone for some shallow, meaningless life lessons from Dorothy. It just seemed forced and poorly executed.
The first problem I had with this book is how boring Dorothy is. I was totally uninterested in her and her victims because in fact, despite telling you how awesome and interesting she is, she actually isn't. I mean, psychopaths are usually charming, or at least appear to be. She wasn't.
By the end of the book I hadn't the faintest idea about her motivations for killing and eating these men. I can't be sure if it was about control, misplaced sexual gratification, culinary adventurism or something else. Since this is supposed to be the point of the whole book, it's more than obvious that it missed by a mile.
Also, I am so incredibly bored of food and genitals descriptions. So many food references without any actual reason to be there. I feel that the writer consumed herself with a lot of unnecessary details and side-stories that didn't really do anything for the plot, the main character and overall, the book.
All in all, I feel like I wasted my time.