dorothy honestly believes herself better than criminals so she refuses to hang out with them, instead choosing to get caught rather than forge a false id and passport to leave the country.

dorothy is the most bland character i have ever read. ever. and i read the bell jar, so that's saying something.

Chelsea G. Summers

Okay, this book is about a woman embracing her inner self after decades of putting a lid on it... and so much more graphic. It's filled with dry humour, unhínged character behaviour and food getting in the middle of Dorothy's undoing, BUT it's addictive. here's what i think was one of the worst things this book, and by extension the author chelsea, did: a b c d Silverberg, Amy (2020-12-01). "Why Can't Women Be Serial Killers, Too?". The New York Times. ISSN 0362-4331 . Retrieved 2020-12-02.

this is the most white feminist book i've ever read. it was racist, grotesque, classist, antisemitic, and added nothing to any of the conversations it was desperately trying to grab onto. In my jejune imagination, my dream lovers were uniform, each as beautiful, masculine, and replaceable as an Arrow shirt model. Really, what does a twelve-year-old know about men. To a girl, a man of thirty is impossibly old, if inconceivably desirable and infinitely replaceable. At twelve, my lust was little more than a vague mauve ache nestled in my cotton panties. I knew that lust was a dangerous thing, but I wanted these men to lust for me because, even though I didn’t know the precise shape and weight of lust, I knew that lust was power—and I wanted power even then. One mark of psychopaths, or so I’ve learned, is that we calculate an action’s personal benefits before we take it, and it benefits me to proclaim my psychopathy, both in prison and out of it. Here at Bedford Hills, my psychopathy earns me a wide berth. There in the world, my psychopathy sells better than sex—and sex plus psychopathy, well, that’s a heady delight. There is something inside Dorothy that makes her different from everybody else. Something she's finally ready to confess. But beware: her story just might make you wonder how your lover would taste sautéed with shallots and mushrooms and deglazed with a little red wine. In The New York Times, Silverberg noted the book's noir style, saying, " A Certain Hunger has the voice of a hard-boiled detective novel, as if metaphor-happy Raymond Chandler handed the reins over to the sexed-up femme fatale and really let her fly." [4]Reading about murder hasn’t ever been my hard point; but combining food and cannibalism reminded me of Bones’s serial killer; Gormogon 🫣 cannibalism may not be morally sound. but if you're willing to believe in yourself...it can be girlboss. A Certain Hunger is a gripping monologue-style story that follows the life of Dorothy Daniels, a tenacious and passionate food critic. Despite her success in her career and love life, Dorothy's true mystery lies in her hidden identity as a serial killer. After discovering her insatiable hunger for taking lives, she becomes unstoppable in her pursuit of feeding this urge.