What if a book could transport you back to AIM screen names, late-night drives, and your first heartbreak?

This week I’m reviewing *irl* by Danielle McMahon, a poetry chapbook that captures the feeling of growing up in the 1990s with surprising tenderness. Poetry isn’t usually my genre, but this one found exactly the right nerve to press.

Read the full review to see why this small collection left such a lasting impression.