Three Women, by Lisa Taddeo.
Where I learned that our desires as women are incredibly linear at times, and that the only force that prohibits us from expressing and owning them is a society instituted by men that profits if we do what they suggest. This book was so well-written, and the punctuation (or lack thereof, at times) did so much to convey meaning in what was distributed. I can’t wait to read another book by Taddeo. I think she would be one of my favorite authors. This book was one of my favorites of the year.