Motherhood meets Metamorphosis. Not going to lie, the child in this book is one of the reasons I do not want one, but that doesn't stop me from empathizing with the struggle of motherhood and all of the perfection, sacrifice, and sever devaluation that society places on mothers (including from other mothers). The mother in the book faces the question of where her identity lies now that she has a child and has been forced to (naturally) give up her career to take care of the child because her husband makes more money and she cannot "balance" her work and motherhood. In this spiral of questioning herself, she unintentionally ends up redefining who she is and how her motherhood looks. And this is Nightbitch. Feral, fierce, violent, and wild. What it really means to be a mother in all its blood and love.

I think this line oddly sums up the book's tone: 

I would have given it 4 starts, but somewhere heading towards the end, the writing stretched out and got really slow and repetitive. Side note: do NOT watch the movie trailer and think that it portrays the tone of this book. I don't know what's going on there.