"I love how Henry Hoke plays fast and loose with autobiography and genre. The Book of Endless Sleepovers is wry and finely-wrought, a philosophical fever dream studded with the pleasure of proper names and surprising turns of phrase, a lyric page-turner." -Maggie Nelson

“Blurs the lines that divide poetry, lyric memoir, and fiction. Mandatory reading.” -The Rumpus

“Maps the wild country of adolescence, the murky realm of childhood and its mysterious stirrings. Beguiling and evocative and sometimes sad. It is not to be missed.” -Kate Durbin

“Sometimes a poet is capable of stuffing his entire life into a book. The pain, awkwardness, drama, and discoveries of a child transform into the suffering, joy, and blossoming sexuality of a young man, all filtered through the author’s sharp mind and tender heart.” -PANK Best of 2016