* A GUARDIAN BOOK OF THE YEAR *
* A TELEGRAPH BOOK OF THE YEAR *
* AN IRISH TIMES BOOK OF THE YEAR *
‘Imagine Gone Girl had it been co-written by Mary Gaitskill and Lydia Davis and you’re heading in the right direction’ Olivia Sudjic, Guardian
‘Not a word is wasted in this examination of one woman’s sexual odyssey as Moore builds to a shattering climax.’ Sarah Hughes, the i
‘A true original … Disturbingly dark, explosively violent, powerfully erotic and brilliantly written.’ Sunday Times
‘An uncompromising excavation of the darker reaches of female desire … one of the most devastating things I have ever read’ Irish Times
‘A timely rebuke to the antiseptic quality of much of today’s crime fiction‘ Telegraph
‘Electrifying. Essential reading’ Olivia Laing
‘Taut and filthy and beautifully written’ Evie Wyld
‘Deep red and as hot as hell’ Preti Taneja
‘Compelling, shocking, hot, scary’ Kristen Roupenian
‘Horrific, the sexiest book ever, devastatingly true’ Daisy Johnson
‘Extraordinary’ Lucie Whitehouse
‘One of my favourite books’ Megan Hunter
Living alone in New York, Frannie teaches creative writing to a motley bunch of students, and secretly compiles a dictionary of street slang: virginia, n., vagina; snapper, n., vagina; brasole, n., vagina.
One evening at a bar, she stumbles upon a man, his face in shadow, a tattoon on his wrist, a woman kneeling between his legs. A week later a detective shows up at her door. The woman’s body has been discovered in the park across the street.
Soon Frannie is propelled into a sexual liaison that tests the limits of her safety and desires, as she begins a terrifying descent into the dark places that reside deep within her.
* A TELEGRAPH BOOK OF THE YEAR *
* AN IRISH TIMES BOOK OF THE YEAR *
‘Imagine Gone Girl had it been co-written by Mary Gaitskill and Lydia Davis and you’re heading in the right direction’ Olivia Sudjic, Guardian
‘Not a word is wasted in this examination of one woman’s sexual odyssey as Moore builds to a shattering climax.’ Sarah Hughes, the i
‘A true original … Disturbingly dark, explosively violent, powerfully erotic and brilliantly written.’ Sunday Times
‘An uncompromising excavation of the darker reaches of female desire … one of the most devastating things I have ever read’ Irish Times
‘A timely rebuke to the antiseptic quality of much of today’s crime fiction‘ Telegraph
‘Electrifying. Essential reading’ Olivia Laing
‘Taut and filthy and beautifully written’ Evie Wyld
‘Deep red and as hot as hell’ Preti Taneja
‘Compelling, shocking, hot, scary’ Kristen Roupenian
‘Horrific, the sexiest book ever, devastatingly true’ Daisy Johnson
‘Extraordinary’ Lucie Whitehouse
‘One of my favourite books’ Megan Hunter
Living alone in New York, Frannie teaches creative writing to a motley bunch of students, and secretly compiles a dictionary of street slang: virginia, n., vagina; snapper, n., vagina; brasole, n., vagina.
One evening at a bar, she stumbles upon a man, his face in shadow, a tattoon on his wrist, a woman kneeling between his legs. A week later a detective shows up at her door. The woman’s body has been discovered in the park across the street.
Soon Frannie is propelled into a sexual liaison that tests the limits of her safety and desires, as she begins a terrifying descent into the dark places that reside deep within her.