Dinosaurs eat man, women inherit the earth.

This book is as if Frankenstein took place alongside Jurassic Park. Really interesting concept, and maybe I’m biased by my own life experience here but it easily lends itself to an extended metaphor on the blood and guts of womanhood and motherhood in whatever way that may present itself. It was a little slow going for me, but it is a lovely homage to Frankenstein while also wholly developing its own identity. I definitely look forward to reading more by C.E. McGill.