Okay, hear me out. I don't usually like to leave written reviews if I don't enjoy a book, because I don't want the author to see my review and get their feelings hurt. But this book was so bad, and has such good reviews...I don't even know where to begin. I feel like this story needed to be a short story. Not a novel. So basically, Mama and Margot have a dirty nasty house and they are cannibals. Creepy! Edgy! Icky brains! But this is supposed to be taking place in the modern day? How does Mama not work to earn money? How is there power in the house to cook the rumps and roasts, etc? How does the cottage get water for all the bathing? Music is on cassettes but the gross boys on the bus have porn on their smartphones? Who the hell is Eden? Just some random person who shows up and just...stays? Also no job? No one is expecting her somewhere else? She just pulls up and leaves her car outside? All Eden and Mama do is make out and cook flesh and act weird. They always seem to have tons of fresh vegetables and red wine. Who is buying this stuff if Mama doesn't go to the shops? And how does she have money? How many times is Margot going to bite down on her own tongue? Margot says her mother didn't suckle her with milk as a baby, but with blood. Then later, she says she's never had fresh blood before. Which is it? If the creepy cottage can be seen by the bus driver from the road...how has no cop thought to inquire there about all these missing people? I don't usually pick apart details in books like this, but I feel like Ms Rose used shocking and icky imagery to distract us from the fact that this story isn't that interesting. People like this because of the ~cannibal aesthetic~ and the lesbians. But I demand GOOD quality cannibals and lesbians. Read Tender is the Flesh instead. There are no lesbians, but it's still good.
I chose to DNF after the author described her childhood simply because I stopped finding it interesting. I also had a hard time believing the content...I normally really enjoy memoirs but this one wasn't for me.