Dear, Miranda July, 
 You craft the most awkward characters and the most painfully uncomfortable moments, and I kinda love everything you touch. I've always thought nothing would top the "yiiiikes" reaction of that whole back and worth forever conversation, but then you gave us Cheryl and Clee and those periodic wafts of foot odor tinged with violence. I no longer read summaries of what is coming my way with your newest work. I just see your name and jump on a waiting list. Hopefully, no one will actually read about this book before reading it, because I think that reaction would be the best. But maybe future readers need encouragement to stick with Cheryl when she's going through her whole fantasizing she's Phillip phase, because, let's face it: off-putting, bless. You manage to find the gross in everyone and just describe it so well. Are you seeing everyone's icky bits every time you look at them? Or do you have to dig hard to see what they think they are hiding? Maybe you have x-ray vision...? Regardless, I enjoy spending time with your disturbing creations. Please make more. 
 All the snails and clean tupperware, 
 alana