"Last night, I dreamt that I chopped Andrew up into a hundred little pieces, like a Benihana chef, and ate them, one by one. He tasted like chicken. Afterward, I felt full but slightly disappointed. I had been craving steak."
- The Opposite of Love, Julie Buxbaum
*Note: This is the first sentence of the book and what immediately snagged me. Any author that talks about eating people in dreams and not being able to satisfy cravings is a buddy of mine.
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