No One Is Talking About This is not your typical novel. It’s among many books that make me ask, “When can we get a subgenre for novels written by poets?” Laced in metaphor to mirror the confusing layers of information one gets from the internet and told in two main parts rather than three acts, it’s the kind of book you finish in an afternoon, as long as you can get past the daunting and dizzying first few pages. I’ve never gone from laughing to sobbing the way I did reading this book.

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