Not much to say about this book, which is not to say I didn’t like it. It’s a series of short stories about the same main female character at different stages. Rough and tumble and a little gritty. Really pleasant to get through, strong strong descriptions. I’d call it the female version of Junot Diaz’s work, but I feel like that demeans it’s heft. It’s good, is what I’m saying, and you can get through it in an afternoon.
If you’re looking for a bit of an anti-heroine who you can still completely relate to, pick it up.