☆A Dakota Johnson Book Club Pick☆
☆A New York Times Editors’ Choice☆
☆A National Bestseller☆
“Kit is one of the most whip-smart, hilarious, atypical mothers in the history of fiction…A book that astonishes by a writer who possesses the same brilliance as her narrator. One caveat: You must read until the end. The last seven pages will leave you breathless.”
—Leigh Newman, Oprah Daily“Hilarious, profane, and profound all at once… Horny and haunted…. Parsons has written one of my favorite short story collections ever, and now one of my favorite novels.”
—Ruth Madievsky, Vanity Fair“Fun, filthy, hot…about self-understanding, about locating and reasserting an essential identity that’s drowning beneath the commotion of work and family life.”
—Parul Sehgal, The New Yorker“Stunning…filled with compassion and an understanding of what it means to be a person in the world who wants—needs—to withdraw, but for too many reasons to count, can’t. This is a beautiful book that asks how we move on, or fail to, when our universe implodes.”
—Michael Schaub, The Boston Globe“Exuberantly sex-positive, We Were the Universe delights…Kit can’t seek solace in psychedelics as she once did, but Parsons more than makes up for that with her own prismatic writing in this smart, hysterical, aching novel.”
—Elle, Best Books of 2024“Stunning, a testament to the power of prose, a portal…a novel of contradictions and confluences, a novel of language and experience… Reading [Parsons] is like taking a drug that amps you up and calms you down, somehow all at once.”
—Allie Rowbottom, Forever Magazine“I will follow Kimberly King Parsons into the abyss…This debut solidifies her as one of the greatest writers working right now. A voice and mind I need as often as possible.”
—Adam Vitcavage, Debutiful“Parsons has created a character so appealing in her cheerful brokenness that you won’t want to leave her side for a minute…This book seems suggestive evidence of a New Psychedelia, young women writers updating Carlos Castaneda for the 21st century, filling the eternal trippy desert with love and yearning and laughter.”
—Kirkus, ☆Starred Review☆