This is one of the most psychoactive books I have read in some time. A mother thinks maybe she's becoming a dog? And then just kind of leans into it. As a father who is the primary caregiver at home, I resonated with the main character's angst, her conflicts with career ambitions and parenting, her rage and her love. But, as a father instead of a mother, I was able to embody another kind of experience, one that helped me connect more with my wife and other friends who are mothers. The mother in this book is also an artist and the key parts of the book are meditations on the point of art and what it can do. Additionally, this book is a debut novel and in that sense it kicked my ass! Wake up and make art! (it told me).