Essay collections and memoirs by women writers hold a special place in my heart. They so often manage to make me feel understood and seen in the most beautiful way - in fact, this kind of recognition was what made me fall in love with literature in the first place. "Blueberries" by Ellena Savage was no exception. It still amazes me how even in a text from a woman whose life is so very different from mine, and who I have never met, I found some of my own thoughts expressed so pointedly it made me close my eyes and take a deep breath (in public. If the people in my town didn't already think I was kind of weird, they sure do now). Sure, the essays can be confusing at times, because they experiment with language and form in a way that has become somewhat common in contemporary literature (what even is correct punctuation at this point?). But that did not detract from the matter at all, at least for me. I was digging through streams of thoughts to find these little gem sentences that felt like a warm hug from a good friend. And who wouldn't sit through a few hours of a friend talking about their thoughts on life just to hug it all out in the end? I sure would. "Blueberries"? Recommend.