This is unlike most novels I’ve read, in the way that Fishman unabashedly tackles taboo topics (sexuality, power dynamics, the complicated nature of queerness, subordination, desire…etc) and is completely unafraid to say something that might not necessarily be popular or, let’s say, feminist. The shame we associate with desire, the greediness society attaches to it, can lead us to seek or find it in places that can hurt us, wound us, and here we find ourselves in Nathan’s dimly lit uptown apartment where it all begins to unfold…

Eve’s decisions are frustrating and mind boggling, but man are they honest and real and the things we do and never tell people about. Relational manipulation (sometimes abuse) when mixed with intense sexuality and desire is such a difficult thing to parse out, and Fishman fires the first shot.

Many people hate this book but I fucking loved it. Give me more. Eve’s inner monologue will stick with me. Thank you for this act of service.