Hmm… not sure about this one. Lydia is a vampire who is obsessed with the idea of eating human food. She is half Japanese and half Malaysian, living in London and wanting so desperately to belong to the human race. She struggles relating to others and finds herself questioning how her mother raised her and how to help her mother cope with the coming end of her life. She very easily raises those around her onto a pedestal and then watches as they fall.
It’s well written and interesting but there isn’t really a plot so much as a meandering self analysis from a twenty something artist trying to find meaning and joy in her bleak life. I did love the unusual interpretation of vampire, especially experiencing key moments in a life when drinking their blood. The incorporation of Baba Yaga was clever as were Lyd’s view on art and the vampire. Not sure who to recommend this one too, it’s much more women’s lit than horror or sci-fi.
What’s the last book you read that you weren’t sure how you felt about it?