This book is fine. It kind of immediately got picked up and made into an (also meh fine) movie so you can really do either and call it a day. The movie is slightly more entertaining because the acting is interesting and there are moments that come off more rightfully funny onscreen than on the page. But to be honest, you‘re only in this book (or the movie version) for this ONE knock out horror moment. Just one. You‘ll know it when you get there.

This book was so promising from the beginning. Honestly this author broke my heart by wrapping the whole thing up by finding herself through the loss of her mother, marriage, and motherhood. She‘s lying to herself if she truly believes this has solved her decades-long disturbingly messed up view of sexuality.