While reading this I was reminded of the works of Bret Easton Ellis and J.G. Ballard due to the horrific mundanity the characters experience throughout this book. Horrific mundanity, as in: “my life is so normal and easy yet impossible and I will have to carry on until I die or change how Terrible for me”. Which is great for a novel about a morally complicated twenty-something bisexual.

I loved this for its unlikability—not just unlikable characters, but an unlikable setting, unlikable actions, and an overall unlikable plot. It was hard to read at times (even through the lens of Eve’s privilege) yet difficult to put down. I especially enjoyed the tangents Eve would think herself into and the endless attempts at justifying sexuality and attraction, two things that rarely fall under easy labels. I love the gray area all people find themselves in one way or another, and I liked how Eve’s relationship with Nathan (and the question of whether Nathan is “good” or not) was handled. If there’s one thing I’m a sucker for it’s a book that allows me to become the most annoying person you know at a party.