Eat My Heart Out

Eat My Heart Out

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Author: Zoe Pilger

Format: Paperback

Number of Pages: 304


'The anti-Bridget Jones ... brutally funny' - Chris Kraus Ann-Marie's life has collapsed, and she's blaming everyone but herself. Twenty-three, heartbroken, skint and furious, she's convinced that love - sweet love! - is the answer to all of her problems. But then she meets an unlikely saviour in legendary feminist Stephanie Haight, for whom Ann-Marie becomes the first step in re-educating an entire generation out of their ironic detachment and into the welcoming arms of second-wave feminism. As Ann-Marie's semi-consensual feminist awakening leads her from neo-burlesque pop-up strip clubs to ritual worship ceremonies summoning ancient power goddesses, Zoe Pilger spins around her heroine a fiercely clever and unapologetically wild satire for our narcissistic, hedonistic, post-post-feminist times. 'Pilger might be the heiress to Angela Carter.' - Deborah Levy



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Author: Zoe Pilger

Format: Paperback

Number of Pages: 304


'The anti-Bridget Jones ... brutally funny' - Chris Kraus Ann-Marie's life has collapsed, and she's blaming everyone but herself. Twenty-three, heartbroken, skint and furious, she's convinced that love - sweet love! - is the answer to all of her problems. But then she meets an unlikely saviour in legendary feminist Stephanie Haight, for whom Ann-Marie becomes the first step in re-educating an entire generation out of their ironic detachment and into the welcoming arms of second-wave feminism. As Ann-Marie's semi-consensual feminist awakening leads her from neo-burlesque pop-up strip clubs to ritual worship ceremonies summoning ancient power goddesses, Zoe Pilger spins around her heroine a fiercely clever and unapologetically wild satire for our narcissistic, hedonistic, post-post-feminist times. 'Pilger might be the heiress to Angela Carter.' - Deborah Levy