Dept. of Speculation (by Jenny Offill)

What a wonderful little gem of a book. This reads like a prose poem, but also tells an extremely compelling story.

“My plan was to never get married. I was going to be an art monster instead. Women almost never become art monsters because art monsters only concern themselves with art, never mundane things. Nabokov didn't even fold his own umbrella. Vera licked his stamps for him.”

I mean, right? It's spare, it's incisive, it captures parenthood perfectly and feels incredibly true. It's a slim novel that packs an amazing punch. Read it. You won't regret it.