“My room looks like a birdhouse, perched on a balcony. Perfect for birds that’ve lost their wings.”
“Its prose leaves no room for denialists—the book is a very real animal we can hold in our hands.”
“Nothing distinguishes me from them at first glance, if you aren’t looking for it, if you don’t scratch the surface. Me too, just like them, I have an iPod that plays the same songs, khaki polish on my nails and a nice vintage parka, me too, me too, me too, and soon, maybe, I’ll get the death wish out of my DNA, I’ll pry it out with a crowbar.”
An intimate look at depression, with a sharp and witty narrator.
“I’ve stopped bringing my body out with me again. I date men who don’t have bodies and I pretend I don’t either.”