Though I know her work very well, I was still kind of amazed at both the depth and the strange brightness of this book. Her heavy talent and heavy intelligence somehow makes her genius seem so light and natural. Maybe in a way it is, and it's the living that's so hard. It's written in short chapters, and involves my always-favourite art project: how to take the bones of loss and meaninglessness and make meaning. It is my favourite book of hers so far.