Miranda July is my kindred spirit, except her humor is a lot better and marvelously communicated. I really think we’d be friends. I read this collection of stories over the course of a few days, and the what stuck out to most was how refreshing the writing was. July composes stories that are simple and pretty easy to read, not relying on complex jargon to get her point across. At the same time, however, the characters were complex and flawed in ways that were deeply resonant and made me consider my own flaws into the deep hours of the night. The stories are about failed love and neighborly awkwardness. They are relatable because they are, ultimately, very human.