Hide by Matthew Griffin

This is one of those rare books that evoked a physical reaction from me, not just at the end of the novel, but throughout the entire thing. While I was reading it, I felt an achey, tender, sadness in my gut. I could feel my heart beating through most of it. There were moments so... Continue Reading →

Hunger: A Memoir of (My) Body by Roxane Gay

It's hard to know what to possibly write about this book. It was brutal and painful and heartbreaking. It was also beautiful. It was also deeply powerful, and affirming, and fierce. Gay's honesty and vulnerability were astounding--I can't think of another memoir in which a writer has so surely laid herself bare. Gay's writing is... Continue Reading →

History Is All You Left Me by Adam Silvera

One of the biggest differences between novels and real life (maybe the only real difference) is that novels are carefully, delicately, thoughtfully built. A good novel is exactingly crafted. Nothing happens by chance. Every character, every plot twist, every passage of dialogue—it’s all perfectly arranged by the author. Every sentence is there for a reason;... Continue Reading →


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