Nightbitch

As a mom, I get this. I get it mostly. But I resent that this book is considered funny or humorous. It's not. It's bizarre and upsetting and uncomfortable and so much more. But it is not a laugh a minute. A mother to a toddler is convinced that she is turning into a dog. Her canines seem to be longer and sharper, she has a weird hairy patch on her neck and there appears to be a tail growing on the base of her spine. She tells her husband, but he tells her not too worry, it's all in her head. Then he goes on his merry way and is gone on work trips five nights of the week. The mother dubs herself, the nightbitch. She starts leaning in to her baser animal instincts, she has to do something to restore her sanity! She used to be an artist for crying out loud, now she is bossed about by her toddler and all she wants to do is sleep. So what if she starts nibbling raw meat, and so what if she and her boy take to howling at the moon. Bizarre, bizarre, bizarre. I get it and I don't. How on earth is this going to be a movie?!