I finished Animals (Emma Jane Unsworth) a good three months ago, and have been struggling, on and off, to write about it. I spent a long time tortuously trying to tell what is a hilarious story when recounted by a friend of mine, and trying to make the story mean something in relation to the book. It doesn’t. Well, except for the punchline, which is someone yelling “YOU PEOPLE ARE ANIMAAAAALLLLS!!!”.
The book is gloriously frenetic and absorbing in that “I feel faintly unclean while reading this but I simply cannot stop” kind of way. I would recommend his book to anyone who has ever had a glass (or ten) of alcohol, and anyone who has ever had any kind of: disappointing job, awkward relationship, unhealthy friendship, hangover, or pet cat. You will LOVE it!