Savannah Remole is on page 328 of 387 of Sunrise on the Reaping

"A Kafka-esque dish of raw meat feminism, served so rare it drips with blood! This is the wildest ride I've been on outside of Six Flags. The premise of a stay-at-home mom transforming into a dog takes some time to accept, but the sooner you just go with it the sooner you can embrace your own inner animal.

Go in expecting to be taken aback, to have impossible thoughts, to have the rug swept out from under you, to question your beliefs and then question your own questioning. Though there is a plot, character progression and something like a hero's quest, this is a philosophical novel more than a summer beach read. Yet the story does fly by with remarkable speed, even as it feels "meatier" than a mere 256 pages. Certainly there are books three times as long with far less to ponder.

The closest thing I can possibly compare it too is indeed Franz Kafka's 1915 masterpiece, The Metamorphosis, which also utilizes a human-to-creature transformation to much symbolic delight. By the end, Nightbitch—the character—becomes a complicated hero, the face of incredible possibility and deserving of our admiration, even as she evokes horror in everyone who's been brainwashed by what the patriarchy says a woman should be.

The less details you know going in the better, so I'll stop here. But if you're interested in a sizzling read that also makes you think, don't miss this novel. Also, let it linger. The more you think about it, the better it gets. I already know it'll be among my top reads this year, but as time goes on I may revise that to one of my favorite books from the last decade.

Enough already! Stop reading this review and start reading Nightbitch!!"