A lot to think about here. The first half had my eyebrow raised with the way Nightbitch talked about and treated her clearly very autistic son (reminds me a lot of myself as a little one) but my hackles mostly went down after her transformation and subsequent care for the boy. I'm left thinking through the dichotomy that goes somewhat unaddressed between Nightbitch's yearning for the magical women of the Field Guide and her art which is, at the end of the day, an elaborate performance that makes a ton of money (she's even got merch!). This is a dilemma at the bottom of all art under capitalism - how comfortable are we with marketing our experiences and identities? I was hoping through the entire book for some kind of refusal or escape from this system but I don't always get what I want. Heterosexuality really is a thorny trap. 

My pet theory is that the narrator of the novel is Wanda herself (who may or may not also be Nightbitch).

Animal deaths made me sad :(