Open front door to let out vodka fumes and cigarette smoke, only to catch the Ex hovering behind it with a glass beaker attached to his car, instinctively guess he is not here to borrow a cup of sugar because he knows I never keep food in the house, and it goes on from there!!!
It's very rare that I find such an unlikable character in literature... Katya Livingston is just plain terrible. She is the kind of terrible that you can't stop reading because you are curious what she has the audacity to do next. The world belongs to Katya, and the people in it exist simply to serve her. She is the definition of a person you love to hate. I read this book in one night and I adore it.