Although, one of the people is a arty, angular male named who provided a lot of horn over these pages, but then slowly shape-shifted into a controlling shadow. Her writing is striking – vibrant descriptive passages coupled with stark observations as our narrator struggles to understand what she wants, having spent much of her life running away from herself. This reads like a blend of Rupi Kaur and Lana Del Rey (but without any of Del Rey's self-reflexive, ironic genius).

But sadly it isn't a true moment of self awareness; Andrews continues to use her creative writing powers for evil, referring to the love interest in the second person like the whole novel is a self-conscious creative writing exercise that got out of hand. When a copy of Milk Teeth was in my postbox on Friday morning I honestly felt like I’d won the lottery and had to explain to my parents who were looking at me with rather great levels of concern what this book was and why I was so worked up over it. I think what I mean is, there were certain passages that felt slight too navel gazing and, dare I say it, overly written?These things follow her into adulthood where her battle to resist the throes of falling in love come up against her need to be whole alone.

I would rather sit down to eat and think with Jessica Andrews any day: Milk Teeth is a novel about holding space, and the hard work that it takes. A girl grows up in the north-east of England amid scarcity, fearing her own desires and feeling undeserving of love. I'm writing in my journal, wondering who collects the oranges when they fall from the trees and what happens to them afterwards.The friendships were stupidly realistic, with drifting apart, with parties that make your eye twitch thinking about now, and with so much love and dependency. Milk Teeth follows an unnamed young woman, restless and unable to define quite what she wants from life, who falls in love with a man who seems to want her as much as she wants him.

this is another brilliant book to add to the 20 year old girl struggling through life, chasing highs, grappling with love and identity and figuring out who they are list.another book about a young woman in her 20s figuring life out and being self-destructive (do i read anything else? I needed to learn how to look at the woman inside me without flinching, learn how to feed her and care for her, to recognise her as me. Growing up as a female, finding your space; the constant worry that you are taking up too much of it, and the things that, as a young woman, you do to ensure you don’t, the things you do to ensure you are diminished, smaller, more palatable to those around you, contorting yourself to fit the patriarchal norms that for the most part inform the structures we inhabit.