A book-length compulsion to pull off the scab and look underneath. What an expectationfuck of a novel and I say that in the most affectionate sense!! I truly loved how this book took you down a familiar route (disillusioned college girl comes back home to the ‘burbs to Figure It All Out) and then just turned all of that right on its head—and then turned it back again. This is a relentless probe into the rhythm of metamorphosis and coming-out (AKA revealing to your surroundings and community that they have assumed a default about you that is not true). A delicate examination of the constant dance of calibration and recalibration we are performing with ourselves and those around us, to maintain some tentative equilibrium. MORE BUGS posits the question: need someone be inherently harmful just because they are not at all who or what you assumed them to be?
Combining the charming, brainy neuroticism of an 00s-era Zach Braff with tits (I think Amy wouldn’t get mad at me for that description!); things that go bump in suburbia; extraterrestrial!!!!; aching post–coming-of-age bisexuality; and some truly beautiful, winding prose; Reed contrasts themes of dreary familiarity with the delicious urge to scratch off the wound and expose all the writhing unknowables. Sometimes, comfort and understanding really do come from where you would least expect it… Like great books do, MORE BUGS leaves its hero Amy, and us, with more questions than answers.