Such a lovely collection of short stories. I’d found this book at a Borders (moment of silence, please) when I was in high school, but I only had enough money to buy one book, and I’d already made my pick. I slipped it into my list of books to read one day, and I’m glad I waited. It wouldn’t have worked for my naive high school mind.

A lot of the reviews I read essentially tossed this into a pile of “hipster slush.” Maybe I’m hipster slush. But I read it while I was feeling lost and couldn’t focus on one cohesive story. And this collection was just what I needed.

I read this months ago and, of course, can’t remember especially loving particular stories. But the general feel, of being young and pretending to have your shit together, is what sewed these stories together. That’s enough for me.

Part of a review roundup at Crooked Prose.