Of course, it turned out it’s not really. Like all great books, it’s about being a person. It’s about thinking you know everything and finding out you don’t know anything at all. It’s about thinking you know nothing and realizing all you needed to take the next step was inside you all this time. It’s about being kind and being selfish, and how much finer the line between them is than you might think. It’s about the narratives we tell ourselves about who we are and who we can be and how life — chance, economics, other people, biology — can and can’t force them to change.
Anyway, last night I got to meet Jennifer Close for the first time and see her read at Word Brooklyn, and I’m sad you missed it, but I’m confident you will be pretty happy if you go ahead and buy the book.