“With the publication of “I Don’t Think of You (Until I Do)” Tatiana Ryckman has refused to join the long list of young writers afraid of saying something real, afraid of feeling something so deeply they might appear foolish. Instead she has joined the likes of Clarice Lispector, Claudia Rankine, and John Berger. Ryckman has written a book you will return to over and over, you will feel crushed by and then celebrated through, she has written a book we all should give (wrapped in fire) to our one true love.”

“Reading Tatiana Ryckman’s intense I Don’t Think of You (Until I Do) was a dangerous read for a recovered romantic obsessive like me. I found myself stepping dangerously into territory from which I had believed myself weaned: unrequitedness, yearning, and the sweet hurt that accompanies the two. I was seduced back into those feelings – that familiar romantic world – by Tatiana’s poetic words of want.”

“In I Don’t Think of You (Until I Do), Tatiana Ryckman pulls from a dense palate of recollection, theory, observation and complicated emotion to create a new lover’s discourse as the narrator tries to work out what happened to a romance undone by distance and time and resentment. In the manner of Maggie Nelson’s Bluets, or Lydia Davis’s The End of the Story, Ryckman works through grief, the abstraction of the amorous object, the truth that one breakup maybe be as unremarkable as the next; I Don’t Think of You (Until I Do) is relatable to anyone that’s ever felt like shit because of another person.”

“A voyage into the timeless whorl of when you are obsessed with someone far away. A romantic wound that keeps reinventing itself. When you can’t look away from the car wreck of your own desire as you’re passing it by.”

“The isolation of each individual entry underscores this haunting story from beginning to end.”

“Keenly felt and fiercely written. Tatiana Ryckman is a revelation.”

“With I Don’t Think of You (Until I Do), Tatiana Ryckman has written a wonder; a remarkably accomplished work of such keen observation and emotional complexity as to rival those texts—Maggie Nelson’s Bluets and Chloe Caldwell’s Women come to mind—with which it shares some literary DNA. Ryckman is a ruthless investigator of reckless desire. I Don’t Think of You (Until I Do) asks—newly, stunningly, with precise prose chiseled from stone—what it is we’re meant to do when the source of our appetite is beyond the realm of our own cognition, and following this narrator in pursuit of the unanswerable is a reading experience as gutting as it is thrilling. One finishes this book with the simple thought: Now here is a person. Further, I Don’t Think of You (Until I Do) announces that here is a writer—one not to watch, but to read.”

“An elegiac and dirty and horribly beautiful examination of love and the lack of it; Ryckman has written the anti-love story within all of us. A book so earnest and sharp in its examination of heartbreak, it will make you ache for all the people you haven’t even loved yet.”

“I Don’t Think of You (Until I Do) makes me believe the longing and devastation of a love unfulfilled is greater than the love itself. This book feels necessary as hell, and lets me believe in art over the thing it represents. Tatiana’s prose is so masterful, its tenderness and seizure is something I never want to be released from. I adore this book.”