At any case, I read it and honestly I can’t really remember now much of anything about that reading experience. I probably was also more steeled against reading books with disturbing content by that time. I think when I finally read it through the first time I already knew that there were queer characters or a queer plotline of some kind, which is maybe what allowed me to persevere. I know I didn’t make it very far into the book, because it gave me an icky and creepy feeling right from the beginning it turns out this feeling was entirely warranted, so good job teen me on the close reading skills. I have a distinct memory of getting a hold of a copy sometime when I was in high school and sitting down on this grassy area facing the ocean behind the grocery store in the small town I grew up in (it was a really nice stretch of impossibly green and perfect looking grass that my friends and I used to call “the movie grass”). Actually, that’s not the first time I encountered the book. Honestly where should I start with this devastating masterpiece, Fall On Your Kneesby Ann-Marie MacDonald, originally published in 1996? I recently read this book - or rather listened to the audiobook - for the second time after first reading it in my early twenties.
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