I've never cared over much for Atwood's short stories. There are a few I enjoyed, but on the whole I'm not bothered if I never read this again.
I always enjoy Attwood - and find her short stories engaging, however I forget what was in the book very quickly so for that reason it's not got and "I love it!"
From the book itself:
"We have so little time and he just lies there, rolled up like a rug, not even twitching. I think of waking him, I want to make love, I want all there is because there's not much left. I start to think what he will do after I'm over and I can't stand that, maybe I should kill him, that's a novel idea, how melodramatic; nevertheless I look around the room for a blunt instrument; there's nothing but the bedside lamp, a grotesque woodland nymph with metal tits and a lightbulb coming out of her head. I could never kill anyone with that. Instead I brush my teeth."...Continua