What a remarkably strange book! Meet Ruby through the eyes of an unnamed protagonist, if he can stop hallucinating about alien abductions, goddesses in his bed, and robot astronauts for long enough, that is. Ruby who always walks barefoot and wears nothing but a violet dress and sunglasses. Ruby who is sensible in all things (except maybe boyfriend choice). Ruby the dreamer. Underneath a strange gritty exterior, this book is about the best kind of friendship, the kind where you can help your friend fit her diaphragm right while discussing poetry and werewolves. ( )

The narrator and his roommate Ruby have strange dialogue about everyday life. Although there wasn't a traditional plot, I really enjoyed this book (however, I'm a Martin Millar fan). The narrator is a confused soul who misses his ex-girlfriend Cis, can't hold a job, is hungry, forgetful, and has robot friends. Ruby, who only wears sunglasses and a cotton dress, has an on/off relationship with Domino, doesn't want to eat, and for the most part keeps the narrator in line, is a struggling writer/artist. She's working on a story about Cynthia the Werewolf. Ruby and the narrator (I don't recall ever learning his name), help each other through the trials and tribulations of life, while Millar keeps me on the ball by trying to figure WTF the story is about. ( )

I can't remember a time I've struggled to finish such a short book. This half-baked and plotless character study isn't worth the price of admission, even if you really enjoyed Millar's Lonely Werewolf Girl or The Good Fairies of New York. ( )

This book is really very strange and wierd. However it is also funny and touching and Millar is now one of my favourite authors.
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