It is borderline Bizarro genre which is going to limit the audience for it dramatically. It is also packaged in a way that I think many readers will misunderstand, leaving them confronted with something much more offensive and less plot-driven than they were expecting—and while clever, completely without charm.
For strength of concept, and assuming the right audience, I am giving the story a good rating. But I think it will attract many more reviews that are negative and disgusted, and not without reason. A few blood spots on a “rom com”-esque cover is not enough to warn people about a fowl-mouthed shallow alcoholic protagonist and a story in which almost nothing happens but when it does it involves poop, private parts and child murder.
Enter at your own risk.
Review copy courtesy of Netgalley, 4/5