Any Other City isn't one of those books that's a thrilling ride, but it sat with me and filled me with appreciation for its world and my world and kissing transgender women on the lips.

It's built out of two disjoint halves of the main characters life, both of which see her visiting a city an ocean away from her home, each time caught up in some sort of life stuff. The majority of the book is spent watching her work through that stuff, through vignettes of her life in the city and memories of her past.

The story unfolds through a patchwork of idle thoughts, flashbacks both rosy and scary, new people, nooks and crannies, all woven together with threads of commonality.

It feels little like a daydream?