2 stars. Without a doubt, Fishman is a brilliant writer, and parts of this novel shine through with their sharp wit and incisive critiques about modern sexuality. Too often, though, she fell back on the phrase "acts of service," telling rather than showing, the nuances of the intertwined relationships depicted in the book.

Similarly to Dykette, this is a novel that explores the messiness of queerness against an eerie backdrop, where ultimately nothing comes to pass in the way of plot or character development. While some interesting commentary on desire, shame, and relationship dynamics was raised, I felt as though it never fully panned out. The novel being so short felt almost like a cop-out, that the concept became too tangled and unsustainable by the end. I would have been more engaged if this had been a novella, or if this had been a full-length novel that delved more into the tension and darkness beyond rambly paragraphs from Eve's POV.