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with beautiful, intelligent writing, this sort-of memoir contains sloane crosley’s examination of grief, mainly through two events in her life: a burglary of jewellery from her new york apartment, and the suicide of her best friend and mentor. crosley grapples with how to cope with loss, and where you put all the love you have for someone once they’re gone. there was a standout passage about how grief feels like you’re holding a vase but have no where to put it down, and many other such moving passages; i underlined a lot in here.