Mongolian Horse by David E. Yee is truly a treasure, although a gem of a slightly darker hue. Yee's stories are full of yearning and grief, young masculinity and human fragility, sweaty kisses and beds that are too small for two people to fit comfortably.
The stories aren’t long, but they make an impact, beckoning the reader to take a breather after each last line to really digest each tenderly crafted paragraph. Yee expertly takes you on a journey that explores love, life, and loss through the lens of a young Asian man in the eastern edges of America.
My favorite story was the first in the book, and I’m still drowning in those scenes. This book is a short read, but I guarantee Yee will fill the book-sized hole in your heart.