I've never finished a book and immediately started rereading it, but this is how I read Edie Richter is Not Alone. I'm dazzled by the way Rebecca Handler channels so much noticing and emotion into her carefully curated (sometimes sparse) prose. Handler has written Edie's interior monologue so that seeing a spider in a church, hearing possums on a roof, or regarding a cockroach in the grass makes you inhabit Edie's brain. This is a book about the loss of a parent to Alzheimer's disease that is funny and sad and extremely entertaining.