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272 pages, Hardcover
First published March 10, 2020
Iphigenia Muphy is a YA novel in the way that Hunger Games or Lord of the Rings were YA novels. It is absolutely a must-read for adults of all ages who want compelling stories that dig into difficult issues by telling incredible stories in believable ways. -Distinct voice
-Corinne, trans*queen
-Sweet and understandable instalove. I feel like people are going to judge harshly, but as a kid in a similarly fucked up home life, it's true. Imagine first love, being THAT vulnerable and desperate for connection, security and love.
-LOVE THE ABORTION REP!!!
-Handles abuse and rape VERY well
-Wish the ending was fuller, more detailed to explain her change of mind

Loved it all except the time jump ending where it felt like I was missing a step and I wanted more. I wanted every single moment.
I wondered if other people had to work so hard to try to seem normal all the time.
Lizette’s default attitude was exasperated. Sometimes she was even exasperated about having to be so exasperated all the time.
On the one hand, sometimes it seemed as though we already knew all the important stuff, we didn’t need to speak it out loud.
There are some girls that nobody looks for. Turns out, I was one of those girls Just like my mother.
And then there would be his voice in my head again. “You should be thanking me.”
Someone might murder me. I mentally shrugged.
It’s funny how quickly something can begin to seem normal. Even if it’s not. Even if it’s the least normal thing in the world.
And then something wonderful happened. That big, mismatched, fluffy tail started to wag.
Thinking back, I know that one of the things that made Corinne so attractive was that she always seemed like someone who was exactly in the right place, wherever she was.
"Saint Sneak, that’s what I’ll call you. Patron saint of the gutter punks.”
People walking down the street were crossing to the other side to avoid us.
Just totally disconnected, like all that stuff they said about domestic violence and molestation and abuse, it was all well and good, but it had nothing to do with what was happening to me, to any of us.
“A professional bag lady,” I said. “I prefer pro-hobo.”
“I know I have problems, but my situations weren’t good either, you know what I mean?”
“But her mother avenges her, Iphigenia.”
"I mean, why can’t you ever get a miscarriage when you need one?”