The final page and a half deserves to be read to the Curb Your Enthusiasm theme, but it's a good novel to question what it means to be incomplete to a partner while still being sought out. And it's amusingly full on one-liners.

The one my book club is slowly finding as they get through is "All of human existence is nothing but a dream our genitals are dreaming. We're just here to act it out." Banger. Dumb as hell. Perfect.