It's not often that I have dreams about a book I read. Or, at least, not ones that I remember. I had a very strange dream last night about a former friend that I can only explain by the reading of this book. Twenty women, writing an essay about the loss of an influential friendship and the aftereffects. Were they all masterfully written? Probably not. Did I see something relatable in every tale of loss? No. But there was something so human, so vulnerable about the authors opening up about their experiences that was very freeing to me, a person who makes friends pretty easily but has suffered losses both acted upon and acted out. It. was a good thing to reflect on relationships that have gone wrong or grown apart, to seek out life lessons or just enjoy the memories and experiences for what they brought to my life, and I really connected with a number of these stories and think it's a great thing to explore and not something that our society places adequate importance on. Friendship is a type of relationship that is so important and so often secretly lived out, as opposed to romantic relationships. It was great to delve into and now, OF COURSE, I have some newly discovered authors to check out. So much for whittling down my TBR shelf!