A previous reviewer accurately compared this to Henry Miller’s Tropic of Cancer wherein a young man sleeps his way around Paris living a bohemian life, only, this is the dark side of that mirror from a female perspective. Written as a stream of conscious narrative, the narrator slowly descends into a mental health crisis after being jilted and experiencing a profound loss with no support system. The loss of self, the loss of lucid thinking, the inability to find connection, and disillusionment with men and life as perceived by a fracturing young mind is captured in a painfully empathic way. Powerful and so sad.