A pleasingly unsentimental novel about attraction and repulsion and the fluid line between the two. Popkey writes about these emotional eddies with such thrilling detachment you’ll wonder why you ever worried about love at all.

Penetrating, brutal, a brilliant new voice in contemporary fiction.

An intimate evisceration of our narrow imaginings of female sexuality, a brilliantly structured character study, and a book that repeatedly asks how women can fully trust their own desires when they've grown up steeped in the wrong stories. Its narrator is alive to the secret, mysterious life of her own body and as skeptical of her own self-delusive fictions as she is of the stifling cliches about women's interior lives perpetuated by the wider culture.

[A] searing and cleverly constructed novel and a fine indication of what’s to come from this promising author.

A book of ideas--about power and gender, about desire, about loneliness and rage--but it is also, at its core, a novel about storytelling, about the quest for a stable narrative that can explain us to others and to ourselves... A rich and rigorous dissection of how we construct who we are.