My mom told me that when she was a teenager she and her friends had one tattered copy of this book that they passed around in secret and hid from their mothers because it was considered such a scandalous story at the time.

“In bed she wore an oversized T-shirt with palm trees on it. All I do is talk to myself, she thought. She wanted to believe that God was glowing inside her. But it seemed that where God might be, there was a batch of whispering goblins, taking turns convincing her of crazy things. The sea of devily voices occupied most periods of silence. They were like her family: menacing and enduring"

I love CoffeeHouse Press! Can't wait to read this recent release.