I picked this book up entirely against the classic phrase "Don't judge a book by its cover". Which has proven to be a bs phrase because I expected to love this and I did!
The musicality of this novel leapt from the pages, weaving me in and out of chapters with undeniable rhythm, gripping energy and careful lyricism. Prison, parties, sex, old friends, uni BNOCs, fever dreams, police brutality, war veterans... need I go on??
The whole narrative takes place in a single 24-hour period. In which you are confronted with the complexities of intersectional identity from start to finish. Raising questions of "What matters to you?" and "What's worth fighting for?"
What a perfect inauguration to my quarterly identity crisis. Brb whilst I completely change my hair and take up a new hobby again...