dear Kevin Brockmeier,
i love your new book. i love the disparate voices you’ve woven together. i love, particularly, Camarie and the Creep Equation. i love the way you’ve made me reconsider my notions of pain and beauty. i love the way i recognize the bookstores that Nina Poggione visits on tour, and i love that i’ve worked at one of them. i love the books inside of the book. i love the specificity with which injuries are identified and cataloged. i love how terrified i am of Brother Ryan’s take on God. i love the way that i’ve been examining the paper-cut on my thumb all day, waiting for it to shine. i love that i don’t feel the slightest bit bad for Todd Rosenthal. i love the way you convince me that, even if the world around us changes dramatically, we will all still be the same. i love that, come February, i will be able to share my love with customers until they either run away or buy the book just to shut me up.