The unnamed narrator is desperate to get out of Barcelona and to escape the roles imposed on her by society and her family…

This was fine, but didn’t manage to really hold my interest, possibly because the themes of chasing a sense of escape through love affairs and repeated thoughts of suicide just didn’t particularly draw me in.

I’m also not convinced that Baltasar’s writing style is quite for me (annoyingly, because I want to love it) - there was a deliberately abrasive quality to the narration that I didn’t enjoy. Almost every line was an acerbic quip and whilst it’s accomplished, I frankly didn’t have the energy for it.

A caustically witty story of a lesbian chasing an escape from societal expectations.