Alexandra Kleeman's strange, haunting debut novel, You Too Can Have a Body Like Mine, is easily the weirdest book I read this year, and also easily one of the most brilliant. Revolving around three characters named A, B, and C — each consumed by the culture of consumption that surrounds them (and us) — You Too Can Have a Body Like Mine dissects our preconceived notions of what it means to have a body and what it means to be a woman in modern society, spinning everything familiar about identity and desire on its head. Throughout, Kleeman's voice is wonderfully eerie, reflecting the absurdity of our cultural obsessions with food and health and TV and, ultimately, the female body.