I’ve been trying to write about Elizabeth McCracken’s memoir An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination for three weeks. I’ve read it twice and I’m still having a hard time finding the words. I do want to make this statement: This is unequivocally the best book I’ve read so far this year. This carries more weight in November than it does in February. If I read a book in the next two months that is better written, more moving, or more heartbreaking than McCracken’s memoir, I’ll probably be dead because that kind of beauty will surely cause my heart to quit functioning.

Read the rest of the review on I Will Dare.