I am not a stay-at-home mom secretly exploring sex work (Normal Women by Ainslie Horgarth), but I know a calling to motherhood and a fear of financial dependence.
I am not an apparition stuck in time on the NYC subway after years of fighting for queer rights (One Last Stop by Casey Mcquinston), but I have felt adrift while searching for belonging.
I am not manipulating a rich older man to live in his mansion and steal his pills (The Guest by Emma Cline), but I have been desperate and an unreliable narrator to myself.
I should probably try to find a book about a man next I guess.
I'm recommending this one specifically because it helped me really get back into reading after years of neglecting my literacy.
Super fun vampire novel about growing up, womanhood, family, art, and being true to yourself despite the consequences.
Put on the robe, turn on adult swim or whatever, crank the ac, eat a late night snack in one bed and sleep in the other. The freedom of impersonal liminal space.
