Remarkably Bright Creatures: A Read with Jenna Pick

Tova wonders sometimes if it’s better that way, to have one’s tragedies clustered together, to make good use of the existing rawness. Get it over with in one shot. Tova knew there was a bottom to those depths of despair. Once your soul was soaked through with grief, any more simply ran off, overflowed, the way maple syrup on Saturday-morning pancak

sometimes she still feels as if she’s a mistaken jigsaw piece who found her way into the wrong puzzle.