Poetry. Megan Boyle’s debut poetry collection is at once confessional, sociological, emotional, detached, funny, sad, delightful, reckless, and meditative. Written in the naturally meticulous and complicatedly affecting voice of a person too imaginative and self-aware to be fully consumed by depression and loneliness but too aware of the meaningless and ephemeral nature of existence (and too depressed and lonely) to write on any level but an existential, emotionally-driven, unsimplified one, Megan Boyle’s debut poetry collection conveys troubling and scary information about humans and the universe in a way that ultimately makes you excited to be alive, eager to be troubled and scared, and grateful simply to be here.
“This book is dark and electric with all the immediate, physical anxiety of being female and, beyond that, human. It’s a totally fascinating downward spiral through sex and television and pills and blogging and love and alcohol, strangers and friends and despair, all knit together with tender emotional realness.”
– Michelle Tea, author of VALENCIA
“[A] remarkable debut […] both painstaking and unpolished, earnest and unassuming, plain, poetic, moving, self-conscious and, above all, real.”
– Jennifer Shaffer, The Stanford Daily
“[A] type of honesty far more true and grim than Tina Fey-style witty self-deprecation.
– Becky Lang, The Tangential