If the aim of this book is to bring the reader closer to Kendall and her inner life, it succeeds. Through each page, it becomes more clear that Kendall Daigle was a force, a young writer who wrote with an alarming urgency, seemingly not only because she enjoyed it, but because she had to, to release the pressure bubbling up inside. She does so with surprising maturity and a firm grasp of fleeting mortality.

Daigle builds a momentum that makes my chest clinch each time I read it. Her use of sound is brilliant—the second line in particular sticks to the roof of my mouth like a wad of gum. She taps into fears that plague us all—fears of being exposed and of the unknown. Her love for writing and language is evident in the vibrancy of her words.