This follow-up has the key strengths of the original, particularly its scabrous satire on upper-middle-class American femininity ... There is a brinkmanship to this kind of satire; it can all too easily cross into misogyny. But while Awad happily annihilates these characters, she seems to get a real kick out of femmeness ... Suffers from a certain sequelitis. It’s baggier than the original. Its metaphors for creativity feel less earned ... Inhabiting their loathsomeness becomes a bit of a chore. This is redeemed, however, when we come to the last voice of the novel ... Awad is here to show us that romantasy can be serious literature, and nothing can really be too camp.
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