wow this was weird. it was almost like a modern take on atwood’s ‘the edible woman’ (one of my favs from this year), tho not nearly as deft as that book. themes of consumption were heavy handed but i loved it. A (the narrator) and B (her roommate) have a complicated relationship, the latter seeming to want to consume the former and become her. i think the obsession with the mundane throughout the book is very cool too. we’re watching a persons life buckle under the weight of late stage capitalism as she navigates through the hell of corporate cults and plastic synthetic everythings. very real and absurd