Barasch has created a nesting doll of a novel: It’s a fictional story of a writer writing a fictional story — in which she sometimes has to write a fake version of her novel — written by a real fiction writer whose life bears many striking resemblances to the real-life novel ... unsettling, but surely that’s what a reader wants when they pick up a novel about a woman stalking her boyfriend’s ex. Barasch has a talent for balancing discomfort and empathy, pushing the reader away and pulling them right back. It’s hard to confidently enjoy a book when it feels like doing so enables unhinged behavior for the sake of art and entertainment, but the characters are emotionally engaging, beckoning you to rubberneck the inevitable train wreck ... Splendidly rich descriptions and unexplored queer undertones create unrequited anticipation throughout the novel. Like Naomi, I wondered, 'Where can you possibly go from here to have a satisfying ending?' The novel’s vague hint at resolution answers, 'You don’t.'
Barasch peels back the layers of Naomi’s obsessive behavior and apparent emotional detachment to reveal a deeply damaged but utterly compelling young woman. Readers may cringe as Naomi crosses boundaries, but they won’t be able to look away. Barasch’s suspenseful puzzle-box tale should appeal to readers of the You series by Caroline Kepnes.
... stylish, energetic ... At once a compassionate portrait of someone so desperate for intimacy that she can’t help but sabotage it and an incisive study of female friendship at its most toxic and proprietary, this dread-laden psychological thriller is smart, jarring, and funny. Its imperfections—occasionally clumsy dialogue and a climax that lacks much of the force of the buildup—distract from but don’t quite diminish the bewitching effect of the narrator. Naomi, as a character, is electric; her sinister fixation is as unsettling as it is contagious ... Propulsive storytelling and an irresistible narrator from a sharp new writer.
... addictive if uninspired ... At times, Naomi comes across as a parody of a self-absorbed writer, which makes this story of wish fulfillment read like satire without the skewering, and Barasch adds a trauma plot that explains Naomi’s behavior but feels hackneyed. Still, she does a fine job building tension between the two women. This isn’t the finest example of the people-behaving-badly story, but it should just do the trick for those into such tales.
