wow. literally broke my heart and very tenderly put it back together. there's something so beautiful in the way bobby explores grief, the way he takes us deep into isaac's tangled mind until it feels like we live there ourselves, from both the darkness of his loss and the ray of light from what becomes his coping mechanism, egg. depression often leads to creating a new norm of what is left over of your life and that is exactly what reading this feels like -- watching isaac wade through the ocean of his widowhood, through a life that is painfully designed around someone who isn't there anymore, but somehow finding comfort in the devastation through it all. egg feels extremely reminiscent of what i'm sure many people suffering from mental illness turn to to stay afloat -- throwing oneself into a hobby, a series, books, feeling a sense of control when everything is spiralling out of control that lets you block out the rest of the world. and what is so wonderful about this book is watching isaac use egg, use the one thing that gave him comfort when he most needed it, to eventually come to terms with his loss, to finally reconnect with the real world, and to find a happiness that, while it may not be perfect, is still real, sustainable, and most importantly, a promise that things get better. i know im going to reread this anytime i feel low, as a reminder that it is not just me and whatever i am distracting myself with against the world, that the world always has space for me whenever im ready to come back.