Phoebe Waller-Bridge's Fleabag meets Nora Ephron's Heartburn in this savagely funny and perceptive tale of rage and joy, hunger and friendship, bodies and the space they take up in the world.
'Supper Club is outrageously good - dark, funny, and joyful. From the first page to the last, it's a delight' Sophie Mackintosh, author of The Water Cure
'Fantastic. Funny and incisive with some of the best food writing I've read. A full-fanged celebration of the carnal, the feral and the freedom that comes when women rediscover their own appetites. I love it' - Caroline O'Donoghue, author of Promising Young Women
'The most visceral, satisfying, wildly indulgent thing I've read in years - about growing up and learning how to embody conflicting desires, as a woman and an animal. I adored Supper Club' Emma Jane Unsworth, author of Animals
Twenty-nine year old Roberta has spent her whole life hungry - until the day she invents Supper Club.
Supper Club is a secret society for hungry women. Women who are sick of bad men and bad sex, of hinted expectations to talk less, take less, be less. So they gather after dark and feast until they are sick. They drink and dance and roar. And, month by month, their bodies expand.
At the centre of the Supper Club stands Roberta - cynical yet anxious, precocious and lost. She is seeking the answer to a simple question: if you feed a starving woman, what will she grow into?
This is a story about the hunger that never goes away. And it is a story about the people who make us what we are - who lead us astray and ultimately save us. You look hungry. Join the club.