This is a book for failing. June fails at relationships, she fails at decisions, she fails at directions, she fails at herself. But that doesn’t mean she’s a failure. June is in the process of— moving along toward— being interrupted by— playing around with— getting wrapped up in— opening her door to— June follows the logic of the world to its utmost conclusion: there is no logic to the world. There is only what you encounter – monkeys smoking cigarettes, a pony in the mint garden, a seaglass baby, “fucking neat-o” earrings – and the story you tell about it.