Ashland Rosengrant

Delectable Feminista version of America Psycho I ate this book up in two big gulps—each chapter was a tempting morsel waiting to be chewed up and swallowed like gristle. I struggled my way through American Psycho—it was outdated, full of toxic masculinity (he’s a psychopath in the 80s, what else do you expect; I digress) and I barely made it through. THIS however…magnificent. In the first 50 pages it reads very much like American Psycho. She paints an intricate linguistic rollercoaster that has you scrambling for google translate and the dictionary, but as you forge on, you crawl into the dark mind of the MC and watch her traverse her psychotic playground. I truly enjoyed peeking into Summers’ dark mind and going on this journey in the world she created. As a foodie myself, I was entranced by the complicated dishes described and wanted to swallow more and more of it. Not a light read in the slightest, but one you won’t want to put down until you’ve digested all 243 pages of it.