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Oct 20, 2017dissymissylessy rated this title 4 out of 5 stars
it would seem that this would be a quirky, comedic take on feminine love relations, yet the author achieves pathos, here: " Greg, forever lost to me. Greg of summer sidewalks, spraypainted in my heart. Greg, a voice like bricks in water. A missed chance. An unseen face. An unbuttoned blouse and unhooked bra. The tremble of the possible. The dream-name I fell asleep to for a year afterward. Why didn't you call back? Was it something I said? Or how I said it? Was it the color of the paint? Now all unwritten, all unsaid. How could I know that you would be my first love?" the author also has a way with language: "The man and woman stand barefooted among the debris washed ashore. They shout at each over the swashy surf." 'Candor, bracing wit, and the kind of skewering insight that could kill if she let it.'