Messy queer women who just kind of exist in their messiness are apparently my jam this year. 

I started this and was immediately put off by how detached the style was, but decided to hang in there, and I'm glad I did. Ended up reading the whole thing in pretty much one sitting. Even though it's almost 300 pages of nothing really happening, I was thoroughly engaged and couldn't wait to find out what WASN'T going to happen next. 

This is my ideal kind of beach read, up there with Marcy Dermansky and Anna Dorn.