In youthjuice by E.K. Sathue, a woman embraces a plum job at a luxury beauty company and enjoys the rejuvenating effects of a miraculous new moisturizer. Beneath the surface—of her skin, her employer, and her life—is festering horror.
“youthjuice” is to beauty what “Cujo” is to dogs. You’ll never look at skin cream the same way again.
