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Kisner has written some of the most poignant and beautiful things that I've ever read in this essay collection. Honestly I think that this author has one of the loveliest voices to comment on the experience of modern life. Not all of the essays were for me, but that's often the case with essay collections. Loved it

Not feeling nonfiction at the moment. I'll revisit it!
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A series of essays that read like all the philosophical musings and quarter life crises you’ve ever known. A beautiful ending of hopefulness and the kind of love that makes you light up. A love letter to reassure you that even when your life and beliefs and loves break apart and turn upside down, they always come back together. 
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So good I own three copies!!

So many of Kisner’s sentences unsettled me while reading, tiny burrs pricking me with an insistence of their importance. Reading it felt like watching someone color in my memories with alien hues. Whether she is describing Christians on the hunt for lost souls in “Jesus Raves”, questioning the modern elitism native to Laredo, TX, or explicating everything but the story of her first tattoo in her final essay, Kisner deftly weaves narrative and thesis like a skilled preacher.

“When I was twenty-one and still an actor…”

There are books that feel immediate, necessary. After reading them, one wonders, “was this made for me?” I feel fortunate to have encountered this book at this moment in my life.
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Review to come:

“This I can tell you: when I came to your apartment for the first time, I recognized it. I knew, without knowing how, that I would never leave. These were bricks you had been laying without knowing it; this was the path my flares had been lighting. It was the beginning of a wobbly and joyful and occasionally gross carrying on, learning to come home to you, marked and myself.”