Whew, what a heavy, poignant, brutal, sad book. This felt less like reading a book and more like witnessing activism in real time, it was an active experience that asks a lot from the reader. And it’s also a complicated reading experience, one where I sometimes felt complicit in reveling in the action and the violence, often bouncing between contradictory feelings about justice, which was also mirrored in the characters’ experiences. This book made me think a lot about illusions of safety and an endless hunger for violent retribution perpetuated by policing and incarceration, about how we let young (usually Black) people put their bodies on the line for our entertainment when we watch sports like football. How with love and grace and patience we can imagine a different world where, while violence and suffering may still exist, we can stop the endless cycle by being in community with one another. This book will stay with me for a long time, I’m unsure I can eloquently communicate just how *good* it is, so just read it!