Comfort Food is crazy. Emily Vargas is crazy. Her captor is definitely crazy. And, after reading this book, I think I might be a little crazy. Can a book give you Stockholm syndrome by proxy??? Because it definitely feels that way.
When Comfort Food first begins, I wasn't sure how to feel about the storytelling style. The heroine's internal monologue is a bit rambling and all over the place, with a general man-hating vibe. Not that I blamed her for it at all! When that was combined with the mysterious captor's conditioning methods… which involves a lot of chicken soup and groping… I almost set the book aside. Day after day of internal monologue and chicken soup. It took some getting used to.
Then, somewhere around the 10% mark, things changed. I got it. Emily's thoughts started to feel like my thoughts. And her captor's conditioning methods may have started to work on me as well because, oh, he is good at it. He never physically hurts her. He never hits or strikes her. He never does anything (other than the initial kidnapping, of course) she doesn't allow. Granted, there is a lot of psychological manipulation… but he makes it so it's all her choice.
I don't know what else I can say because there is a twist. And a turn. Then a U-turn. Seriously. There's a twist a little more than halfway in that made me reevaluate how I felt about Emily's captor. Then the turn directly after where he does something that is a huge game changer. And, just before the end, is a U-turn that I shouldn't have wanted but kind of (okay, yes, more than kind of) did anyway.
Mind. F-ck. All of it!
In a nutshell, I would say Comfort Food is similar to C.J. Robert's Captive in the Dark - if you took all of the romance out. And yet... Emily's captor is a much gentler (albeit colder) master than Caleb was. My only complaint is that I would of liked more information on Emily's captor. There is a significant amount revealed… but it didn't feel like enough.
This book is considered dark erotica, and the sexual content definitely applies, but I can't say that I ever found it erotic. Not a negative for me, as I still found it completely engrossing and engaging. I can’t stop thinking about this book.
What we shared was deeper than love. It was a mad and unyielding obsession, and it was mutual. And the flames from it would likely kill one of us some day. Probably me. I couldn’t bring myself to care. I’d rather have this intensity with him than a hundred years of mediocrity with another.
Thoughts While Reading:
9.0% - "Emily has some strange internal monologue going on..."
60.0% - "I feel so messed up in my mind right now!"
100.0% - "Woah."