This book is a bit messed up. At a high level, the mother of a two-year old is struggling with the shift that has left her as a stay-at-home mother having given up her work, her creative pursuits and her personal life. Her husband is somewhat absent and disconnected. He prefers ignorance over being involved. She thinks she’s becoming a dog and things spiral from there. 

I enjoyed the book until a certain graphic scene of violence toward an animal. As quirky as the story is, I was in it until that point. But, that scene was much more graphic than felt necessary. Side note, there’s violence toward animals throughout the book. 

I also lost it toward the end. I would have preferred a non-ending to the way this goes. It’s too wrapped up for me, which doesn’t feel right given the story. I think that, having more time since I finished reading this, that I’m starting to understand some the choices better. 

I appreciate the mother and father having no names other than mother and father. I don’t appreciate how much the father sucks and just goes along with everything instead of actually being an active part of the family, but I appreciate that it’s unfortunately reflective of reality. 

Like I started off with, I was in it for a while until the one scene, and until the ending arc really lost me.