A lovely collection of poems that express the awe and frustration of youth. Nye's language and vivid imagery combine with a natural rhythm that disarms. Here we see watermelons in a truck as "fat stacked bodies/striped like animals" and learn of a turtle who walked for twenty years with a keychain. This is the happiest of a half-dozen poetry collections I've read the last few days, and most of the time it warmed my heart. I'll read it again when I'm sad.