[out 4.6.21] (Thank you to Atria & NetGalley for the gifted copy)
If I were to picture a novel that portrayed the excess and dangers of stereotypical 1980s NYC, it would be Astrid Sees All.
Drugs. A little rock & roll. Clubs. A random serial killer, because, why not?
Yes, it was a lot and a bit over the top. Did I still enjoy it? I think so. I couldn’t put it down. I found myself rooting for Pheobe and loving her a little more with every page. Was the perfect? Nope. She was flawed and real.