A Certain Hunger

One of the most uniquely fun and campily gory books in my recent memory . . . 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. ― New York Times

A macabre banquet of a suspense novel serving up carnal and gustatory surprises . . . Dorothy speaks like Humbert Humbert and behaves like Hannibal Lecter. ― Washington Post

This book is crazy. You have to read it. ― Bon Appetit

A swaggering, audacious debut, and a celebration of all the wet, hot pleasures of human contact. ― The New Republic

Riotously funny and deliriously unhinged, Chelsea G. Summers's A Certain Hunger is the perfect send-up of foodie culture, media, and serial killers-as-sex objects. Patrick Bateman and Hannibal Lecter have nothing on Dorothy Daniels, a 51-year-old food critic, who has an appetite for food and life, sure, but also for killing men. an altogether delicious, deranged read. ― Refinery29

In this satire of a particular brand of foodieism, a chic food critic with a (quite literal) voracious appetite for her lovers puts the same care and attention into murder as she does her writing and personal presentation. Not for the faint of heart, it's a novel that might initially get your mouth watering for a fine steak-but perhaps put you off meat for good. ― Vanity Fair

Shares with Nabokov's Humbert Humbert a gallows humour and a deliciously synaesthetic, detailed attention to language. ― i

It's American Psycho as rewritten by Angela Carter. Irresistible.

A masterful satire as brilliant as it is deviant.

Sharp, savage, funny, so good on the complexities & indignities of desire.

Chelsea G Summers writes with a swagger . . . It is a relief to read something that wants to make you shudder and laugh rather than transform you into a better person. ― The Times

Revel in the campness, the gore, the brashness, and the clever gender reversal at the heart of A Certain Hunger. This is Bret Easton Ellis in heels . . . an unapologetic, rollicking satire of one woman's insatiable appetite. ― Irish Times