I usually struggle with anthologies but I couldn't put this one down. A relevant and poignant ode to 2017, this book wasn't blatantly political but was gently so. What struck me the most was an excerpt from an interview with Ella Ferrante where she explains how she is a reader who forgets: "I forget especially the books I've loved very much. I have an impression of them, I have a feeling for them, but to discuss them I would have to reread them." I relate to this as a reader and as someone who is developing her sense of morality and self within the confines of the 2017 climate. I may forget the specifics of this book and this year, but I will remember the way that made me feel. Disheartened yet optimistic, eager to learn, and aware of my responsibilities.