Nevada: A Novel

by Imogen Binnie

It’s a problem: you grow up reading about punk and grunge and earnest dude rock in all the magazines and internalizing the idea that artifice is totally bullshit, man, and we wear these clothes because they’re comfortable, not for any kind of fashion statement, and we’re just trying to communicate, not be cool, and then you transition and realize, oh shit, there is going to have to be some intentionality in the way I present my body and my actions.

I feel for you, kid, but I swear to god, your life is going to get better than you can imagine right now.

she was this self-conscious mess who liked books a lot because sometimes people in books seemed as bewildered by the world and themselves as she was.

Worrying when you’re stoned is the worst.

But it’s weird how hard it is to talk about stuff even though you want to talk about it. His brain just shut off and went all stupid.

he can never figure out how a sentence in a text message is going to be read, like whether it’ll seem sarcastic or mean or whatever.

trauma impacts our ability to exist in our bodies, which feels bad.