Pizza Girl

Wow. Just wow.
I feel as though I should warn readers of Pizza Girl: don't just surface read this. It is fantastic.
I don't think I've ever read a novel that featured a character like Pizza Girl. The closest I can come to (and my brain just can't help itself, it constantly wants to compare what I am reading to what I have read before) is Ottessa Moshfegh's Eileen. But not quite.
Our main character is walking on a knife's edge. She is unconnected to life, pregnant, and without a goal or path to follow. She is unaware that the clock is ticking. I have known women like her, I have been her, but I have never seen a character like her in fiction before. Our beloved Pizza Girl's life, at this point, could go one of two ways: okay or bad. She's recovering from trauma (and if you think being raised by an alcoholic isn't traumatic, then you were not raised by one). She has a safety net that is just not good enough.
She is lost, adrift. And then she meets a woman who stirs up complicated feelings in her. Is Jenny her ideal adult, seen as a savior, a hand that might pull Pizza Girl back from the cliff's edge? It's all so very complex and absolutely fascinating. How often do we see female relationships like this in fiction? Never. It's not the female version of a bromance, I lack the word for it. It's not an obsession, perhaps a cry for help? Is Jenny just as lost? Frazier shows us again and again that the people in Pizza Girl's life who exemplify ideals (the perfect couple, the weak mother, Jenny) are not who they appear to be. It's all confusing because life is confusing.
My words cannot express how layered this is. I know I'll be thinking about it for a very long time.