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A review by cait808
A Certain Hunger by Chelsea G. Summers
adventurous
dark
funny
lighthearted
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? It's complicated
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
4.0
a friend lent this book to me, saying it was extremely my brand. im half-flattered, half-embarrassed to admit she’s got me dead to rights.
i had fun reading this delightful little memoir of food, sex, and gore over the holidays. dorothy, my beloathed, is a self-aware unreliable narrator who makes succulent meals of her misandry. i ate, and was fed. recommend reading with a plate of charcuterie and a bottle of red, the perfect creature comforts to pair withcannibalism .
sometimes the prose tended toward the preachy (see eg, the mc’s comment on tofu/Japanese food throughout could b an intentional racist chara flaw, or metacommentary on the eurocentricity of the american “fine dining” landscape, but it took me out esp given michelin was in japan by 2008 and this bitch seems like a michelin type) or the pretentious (susurration, one of my favorite words, also a favorite of the author by how it liberally seasoned the book) BUT more often than not, Summers’ words reached out and caressed my slavering, slutty soul and went there, there. i see you, women who want to devour the world! bone apple teeth.
i had fun reading this delightful little memoir of food, sex, and gore over the holidays. dorothy, my beloathed, is a self-aware unreliable narrator who makes succulent meals of her misandry. i ate, and was fed. recommend reading with a plate of charcuterie and a bottle of red, the perfect creature comforts to pair with
sometimes the prose tended toward the preachy (see eg, the mc’s comment on tofu/Japanese food throughout could b an intentional racist chara flaw, or metacommentary on the eurocentricity of the american “fine dining” landscape, but it took me out esp given michelin was in japan by 2008 and this bitch seems like a michelin type) or the pretentious (susurration, one of my favorite words, also a favorite of the author by how it liberally seasoned the book) BUT more often than not, Summers’ words reached out and caressed my slavering, slutty soul and went there, there. i see you, women who want to devour the world! bone apple teeth.
Content Warnings
Graphic: Sexual violence and Violence