Elisa Albert, After Birth: A complicated, funny, wicked novel that I can’t help but underline on my second rereading. Sometimes we get the right books in our lives when we are going through some shit, and this book is it for me right now. It is also – how do I put this? – accurate on what it can be like to move to a place that you didn’t choose and how lonely it can be to try to find a friend in that muck. I can’t write about it because I’d sound like a dick (Elisa Albert is not afraid to sound like a dick, it’s great), but I was very lonely when I lived upstate, desperate for friendship, and it’s such a weird feeling. It’s easier to find people that are likeminded enough in cities.

The new Father John Misty album. I love him.