I adored the grasping en gluttonous writing, the stream of consciousness, lyrical prose with long, flowing sentences, and contemplation on food, friendship, life and love. In particular, chapter 3 is a chef's kiss, and the queer sex passages are finger-licking good!

The Hunger of Women might not be everyone's taste, but it is a literary feast for those who crave something special. This experimental novel has an unique writing style without punctuation. It was challenging to follow the flow, but nonetheless rewarding. This book will definitely by in my top 5 this reading year.

<< I watched her as she talked and I saw in her the woman she was Full of expectations of fears of fury of anger of calm of torment all embedded in her life like scarlet marks of the hopes in my own soul Now she was opening her soul to me and showing me the wounds and holes and seams (...) Then I gave her a recipe and together we went to make brioche just like my mother did with her ancient culinary wisdom You mix flour eggs sugar milk butter and yeast You work the batter in a big bowl and smack it raising your arm high over the golden wheat The dough leavens and swells like an erupting volcano With the vehemence and violence released you leave it to rest for a hour Then bake the product of this joyous battle in a hot oven for half an hour and you have a little mound of gold and stardust and golden wheat like a plow-furrowed field >>