A penniless orphaned refugee, Zebra knows she can count on two things: literature and death. She builds a fortress out of both, surviving on fury, on memories and manifestos, until life begins to break through. Can Zebra handle life? Can literature handle Zebra? Reader, go find out! Call Me Zebra is like nothing else I’ve read, geo-political and bookish and sexy, quite refreshingly nuts and yet a ripping good read. Also, there’s a stolen bird! I’d say I couldn’t put it down, but Zebra would never approve a cliché, so I’ll pay it a compliment she might actually accept: this book metabolized me.