It's hard to overstate just how funny Daniel Lavery is. He's spent many years spreading Ayn Rand parodies, Jane Eyre texts, and Shatner musings across the internet like an extremely clever dandelion loosing its seeds to the wind. This books maintains that humor and mastery of language, and the literary and pop culture references are still there - they're everywhere, rapid-fire, you know, like dandelion seeds - is this still a good metaphor? - but the heart of the book is the complex, difficult, euphoric subject of transition. Specifically Daniel's transition, although trans and gender-nonconforming people everywhere will probably find something to relate to here. What a joy to spend some time in the world as he sees it, everything significant, everything shot through with meaning and hard-earned revelation. I am not the same person on the other side of this book, or I am exactly the same person but more so. One of the two.

“...there were times when she felt herself become a prick of light in the vastness of the night sky, times when all living things, people, beasts and insects, dwindled to equal points of light twinkling in the darkness.”

*jenny slate scream*

My God. Just tremendous.