A review by amberbunnag
We the Animals by Justin Torres

4.0

sometimes you're gay and your parents are fucked up and your childhood is made of a handful of memories that seem disconnected but actually all slide along the same string. sometimes they bump into each other, but god it hurts when they do. you can't look at them all at the same time, you hold the string taut to keep them apart, and meanwhile you act so so so normal. meanwhile you can't meet anyone's eyes. you're so busy holding that string.