A young American woman who can’t stay sober moves to Manchester to live near the internet boyfriend who can only see her on Saturday nights.
I feel like I’ve read Sherry and Narcotics a million times, only with different names and in different cities. I’m not saying the book lacks literary merit, only that this particular kind of semi-autobiographical sexy self-destructiveness seems to have a perennial appeal. 10 years ago I read Morvern Callar and thought it was deep; now I just feel worried for these poor girls. Must be the mom in me, wanting to take care of everyone and spare them from the hurts of the world.
The book is beautifully written and utterly engrossing, so much so that I tore through it of a morning. I can’t really think who I would recommend it to, though. It’s a bit depressing for the onset of spring. But Nina-Marie Gardner definitely has chops!