We plead this question at her over and over again; are you for real? How much do you embody a species of oblivious white womanhood, and how much are you constructed to critique it?
Far from the cliché or pastiche of the romance genre (not that I have anything against said genre), the book shows us how desire isn’t simply a motor, a romantic quest, or an overcoming. In Suksi’s hands, it can also be a lost destination to which we can return.