Greedily gobbled up in one in less than an hour. Amazing graphic memoir exploring gender and sexuality.

“She kissed the top of her friend‘s head and it felt maternal, sensual— that fragile, erotic overlap that can happen in an embrace between two people who have gradually become essential to one another but have yet to speak of it, and who will likely never speak of all the shoved-down wadded-up things they have come to silently glimpse inside each other.”

I‘m really enjoying this book!

P. 80: “How did Joan of Arc do it, S? How did she stay true to the voices in her head as they led her into the fire?”

“Humor allows us to convey terror without being shunned, and to experience terror without being isolated.” I was embarrassed for the women in these stories, women who so often found themselves in absurd situations with misplaced hope. But I was embarrassed because I have been them— even if I haven‘t been a model‘s assistant or knife thrower or corpse smoker— and hindsight is 20/20.

Although it reads like a very extended version of the TED talk, it is full of sentences that reverberate, sentences I want to carry around in my pocket like smooth stones to run my thumb over when I feel lonely.

Loving this genre-busting, queer AF book of short stories. Within the span of two minutes it can go from sexy to disturbing to hilarious.

Scored a 99¢ ARC copy of Sour Heart from the thrift store! I'm going to try not to let my complicated feelings about Lena Dunham get in the way. #thriftscore