Cleopatra and Frankenstein: ‘Move over Sally Rooney: this is the hottest new book’ - Sunday Times

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It is thrilling to read a book that articles with nuance and compassion the way gender impacts every part of our lives.

I'm more of a complicated, unconventional, dark, realistic, modern-day kind of romance; where there's turbulence and you're unsure of how it will end and if they should even end up together or not. And all of the side characters serve to hammer home the book's whole point about how a relationship can affect those around the couple. i don't mind self-important nor self-indulgent novels but they need to actually bring something to the 'literary' table. Their caustic relationship, however, doesn't prove to be as picture perfect as it seems, as each struggles with addiction (whether sex, drugs or alcohol) and mental health issues.Each compulsively readable chapter explores the lives of Cleo, Frank, and an unforgettable cast of their closest friends and family as they grow up and grow older. while the book jumps around between a cast of characters running full-speed around new york, they all feel fleshed out and their perspectives are equally as absorbing as the one before, with witty humour laced throughout.

served with dialogue about childhood trauma, masturbation and a four-in-a-half year old who had her first orgasm. They meet cute, and begin spouting off impossibly clever lines: all those sharp, witty retorts that you and I only think of twenty minutes after the fact. Mellors also does not have the ability to make her insufferable characters compelling like Moshfegh. they're all self-absorbed immature people who cannot empathise with others and cannot think of anybody but themselves.It reshapes their lives and the lives of those around them, whether that’s Cleo’s best friend struggling to embrace his gender identity in the wake of her marriage, or Frank’s financially dependent sister arranging sugar daddy dates after being cut off. I am too used to seeing the male being the unstable character (although please don’t take this for me saying Frank wasn’t – his alcohol addiction and behaviours weren’t likeable either). I, like every vaguely creative young person, have multiple diagnoses, but my brain chemistry failures never include installing art with my self harmed body at the center for my loved ones to find, I will tell you that. On New Year’s Eve 2006, 24-year-old British artist Cleo meets Frank, a wealthy 40-something advertising executive in New York City. It reshapes their lives and the lives of those around them, whether that’s Cleo's best friend struggling to embrace his gender identity in the wake of her marriage, or Frank's financially dependent sister arranging sugar daddy dates after being cut off.