I had a tooth out this week; the day after that I started my period, a particularly nasty one; something about that combo annoyed my (already constantly-aching) back to the point where I'm hobbling about and having trouble sleeping. So I've been kind of miserable. Because of that, though, I bought this book that I've fancied for a while and I just read it, straightaway, in two days; I haven't done that in FOREVER. As context, that's probably relevant to how much I loved this book.
I don't want to misrepresent this novel, because the main character, Allison, is self-involved, unlikeable, unreliable, and very self-aware, and the whole narrative is her talking endlessly about all of that - and about having physically and fully absorbed her boyfriend. There's some excellently done body horror, but it's actually quite light on that. It's weird, sharp, awful; it's a vivid portrait of how isolating depression and anxiety can be, even if you're never alone, and how simultaneously disassociated and desperate for affection childhood trauma can make you. I may have over-related to her, I'll be honest. That's also relevant to how much I loved this, I'm sure, but I think it's a solid recommendation for anyone who likes the sound of the premise.
This is apparently the debut release from the publishing imprint New Ruins, who say they want to focus on "the porous and uncanny boundary between the edge-lands of literary and genre fiction", "for readers unafraid of trangressing boundaries". Yes please.