I came across this book and it sounded interesting so I had to buy it. I wasn't sure exactly what to expect but I was definitely taken aback with what I read. I knew it was about a female killer and food but it ended up being so much more. Here, we have a woman named Dorothy who loves food. She also loves sex as much as she loves food. The story does not hold back on describing the food in detail. Making your mouth water. It also doesn't hold back on the sex. Telling you things that might make you blush. Then you have Dorothy's first murder, and then the next, and the next. These are quite detailed as well. She is a psychopath and knows it and is also okay with it. Between the hot sex scenes, the gory death scenes, and adding yummy food (for most part) I found myself in a constant uncomfortable state (albeit a good uncomfortable). I kept fidgeting and cringing and sometimes looking away. I really liked that about this book.
About the only thing I didn't care for was Dorothy liked to talk, especially about herself. Sometimes this became a bit much and quite expansive. She would start talking about one thing then flip to another then flip to another almost to a point you forgot what she was talking about in the first place.
For most part it was a weird and uneasy read that I found quite delicious.
About the only thing I didn't care for was Dorothy liked to talk, especially about herself. Sometimes this became a bit much and quite expansive. She would start talking about one thing then flip to another then flip to another almost to a point you forgot what she was talking about in the first place.
For most part it was a weird and uneasy read that I found quite delicious.
