"Everyone is moving away and making it look so easy. They seem so happy, breaking down their lives and building them up somewhere else. I can’t imagine living anywhere but Heart’s Horn. I know which neighbors to steer clear of and which Taco Bell will screw up your order and which cops will look the other way if you’re speeding a bit on your way to work or enjoying a joint after. Now my last real friend, Tasha, is moving tomorrow. When she told me three weeks ago I felt like someone had propelled me into space, my ears abruptly plugged with silence and every bit of me boiling and freezing."
- Heart’s Horn, my new story in WhiskeyPaper.
"Frida had imagined a child inside of her so many times, it was a wonder she had never actually given birth to one. She had felt her hips expanding, conjured morning sickness and swollen breasts, and sent love to an imagined fetus: fingerless and translucent, its heart glowing in its chest, tiny but there. Frida knew better and, in fact, often wished away the baby she had imagined. And maybe the wishing worked, because she never was actually pregnant."
- California by Edan Lepucki
The lead in my Utah novel will definitely be wearing this at some point.
"I was drawn to this novel for many reasons. First of all, it’s set in Ohio, where I’ve always lived. I’m also fascinated by familial drama and the cultural atmosphere of the 1970s and the author’s name is lovely: Celeste Ng, pronounced ing. It’s aesthetically and phonetically pleasing. And chiefly, it explores the lives of an interracial couple and their children—being an African-American with very fair skin, I grew up being identified and treated like a multiracial person, even though I’m not (I have white ancestry but it’s too far back to matter). Those feelings of isolation and social anxiety and mild body dysmorphia forever in my marrow. The various racially-charged interpersonal dramas. So what are you? What are you? No one looking like me, not anywhere I looked, not ever. When the local newspaper writes about Lydia after her death, they mention how alone she was, how she didn’t have any friends, and the editorialist always mentions directly before or after that she was the only Asian girl at the school, that she stood out in the halls. No one looked like her, not there, where she looked."
- Celeste Ng’s Everything I Never Told You: A Review (by me.)
"The way I saw it, she had started it all, plying me with her mum’s stolen booze and sucking my tongue on the roundabout in the children’s playground. Everything was spinning so fast, I’d had to kiss her back to keep from falling off the edge of the world. Her mouth tasted of schnapps and peach lip-gloss. She kissed like a bank robber, like she was trying to get in and out as fast as possible."
- Witch, The Rental Heart and Other Fairytales by Kirsty Logan