Just finished Ocean Vuong's On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous, a novel not to be confused with his poem, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous ( though that's beautiful too ).
The novel is one long segment upon segment of letter to his mother, who happens to be illiterate. His associations blow me away, and metaphors silence my thoughts. For moments, you're left in awe of the full circle he masters perfectly. It provides a heartbreakingly honest overview of their relationship, built on a foundation of honesty, trust, and hope.