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"I look at the photos again, the ones I didn't delete. I look at his purple face, his bloody chin and nipple, his swollen cheek. I wonder what the fuck I have to do for people to recognise me as a threat, you know?"

Boy Parts follows Irina, a fetish photographer who scouts unconventionally attractive men on the streets of Newcastle to photograph them in her studio/garage. Her work is explicit and plays dangerously with the idea of consent. The book follows the build up towards a big exhibition of Irina's work, and we watch as she trawls through her past work, reliving her interactions with her models, and her attempts at creating new work for the exhibition, which involves 'Eddie from Tesco'.

Everything we see is from Irina's perspective, which was such a thrill. Irina is a total narcissist, she lies, manipulates, and endangers herself and others. She's unpredictable and we don't know how much of her memory we can trust, which leaves hazy gaps and uncertainties throughout the story, which I loved.

This book is dark. Really dark. It's very violent. But it's also funny and intentionally cringy and has a razor-sharp social commentary. Eliza Clark explores gender issues and power dynamics, sexuality, consent, gentrification and quite a lot more.

American Psycho vibes. I loved it!