Shakespeare had it right all along: Love will kill you in the end.

I remember feeling that pieces of me were scattered around the world; I belonged to her, Mother Earth.

If Aphrodite chills at home in Cyprus for most of the year, then Fez must be the goddess’s playground

This thing I am feeling, I’m almost certain, is the closest I’ll ever come to standing somewhere in between truth and reconciliation.

Our identities are as fluid as our personal experiences are diverse.

Even the juncture in history and the zeitgeist we live in is something we choose, setting the scene for the spiritual fodder we need to grow and achieve deeper elevation of our souls.

Janet Mock's honest and sometimes searing journey is a rare and important look into la vida liminal, one that she manages to negotiate remarkably well, with grace, humor, and fierce grit. Mock doesn't only redefine what realness means to her, but challenges us to rethink our own perceptions of gender and sexuality, feminism and sisterhood, making this book a transcendent piece of American literature.