A sprawling, messy, sweeping epic; just burrow on in and stay a while. Kia Corthron does a lot of things I usually hate: child narrators, dialects, switching perspectives. But in her hands they become the perfect conduit for a heartbreaking tale of race, sexuality, disability and familial strife. These pages deal with a lot of hate and sadness and confusion, but there's also a lot of courage and love here. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. I wish it were 800 more pages, and then 800 more after that.
