A Certain Hunger | Summers, Chelsea G.

Kurze Beschreibung
A mouthwatering debut and 'one of the most uniquely fun and campily gory novels in recent memory' (New York Times)

Lange Beschreibung

'Irresistable.' Megan Abbott
'A gory, gorgeous feast of a book.' Kiran Millwood Hargrave
'This book is crazy. You have to read it.' Bon Appetit

Dorothy Daniels has always had a voracious - and adventurous - appetite. From her idyllic farm-to-table childhood (homegrown tomatoes, thick slices of freshly baked bread) to the heights of her career as a food critic (white truffles washed down with Barolo straight from the bottle) Dorothy has never been shy about indulging her exquisite tastes - even when it lead to her plunging an ice pick into her lover's neck.

There is something inside Dorothy that makes her different from everybody else. Something she's finally ready to confess. But beware: her story just might make you wonder how your lover would taste sautéed with shallots and mushrooms and deglazed with a little red wine.

'An unapologetic, rollicking satire of one woman's insatiable appetite.' Irish Times
'Thrilling and awful.' The Times
'One of the most uniquely fun and campily gory books in my recent memory.' New York Times
'Riotously funny and deliriously unhinged.' Refinery29

READERS ARE DEVOURING A CERTAIN HUNGER:

'Decadent, sleazy, visceral, disgusting. I can't believe this is a first novel.'

'If a female Hannibal starred in Orange is the New Black, it would give you a pretty good idea of what to expect from this novel. ... I could write pages about how much I loved this book but it would still not do it justice. Just read it!'

'This was everything I wanted from a book. Exciting, funny, gory, and most of all the absolutely exquisite writing.'

'I loved this book from beginning to end, it was dark, humorous and also made me a feel a little queasy in places!'


Rezensierung
One of the most uniquely fun and campily gory books in my recent memory . . . A Certain Hunger has the voice of a hard-boiled detective novel, as if metaphor-happy Raymond Chandler handed the reins over to the sexed-up femme fatale and really let her fly. New York Times