Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.

“In prose as intoxicating as infatuation, Chelosky captures an all too familiar girlhood rite of passage: falling under the influence of an older man and abandoning the self to become something else—desired.” —Shelby Hinte, Write or Die

“Her desire … to embody and inflect substance onto experience—often through relating it to music and other texts—provides something more than mere navel-gazing and exploitation of one’s own pain, making it read like a page-turner, as narcotic as much as holistic.” —Blake Butler, Dividual

“It’s painful, it’s provocative, and it’s pretty goddamn perfect.” —Rachel A.G. Gilman, Black Lipstick