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384 pages, Hardcover
First published April 23, 2019
A heart is a mystery and not a mystery. It hides under ribs, pumping blood. You can pull it out, hold it in your hand. Squeeze. It wants what it wants. It can be made of gold, glass, stone. It can stop anytime.
Why are you so sad and empty when you have a house with walls and a roof and people who love you?
“We've seen sharks and drownings and shipwrecks and plastic. Ratio of sharks to drowning to shipwrecks to plastic, 5 : 2 : : 1 : 1,000,000,� say the waves at my waist.
I shake my head sorrowfully.
“That's so sad,� I say.
“It is sad,� the waves say from under my boobs. “Why don't you do something about it, Biz?�
“Me?� A wave slaps at my chest.
“Yes, you, Biz, what the fuck are you doing just scrolling the Internet when the sea is suffocating?�
There was a time I walked into the sea and the sea almost took me, but a boy pulled me out and didn't speak to me afterwards, not once.
The world is full of strange wonders, darling. Maybe you're just lucky enough to see them.
We stare into the fire. It makes shapes for us to see.
Part of me detaches. Steps into the fire. Lifts with the flames. Looks down at the boy and the girl. They seem happy.
Are you happy, Biz?
Am I?
Am I - who am I and am I, even?
All of us can be altered in a blink. Fire reduces you to nothing. [. . .] Water erodes rocks. Cliffs crumble You are not real, Biz -
It's true. Perhaps I am actually the fire? Or the sea? Perhaps I am every leaping molecule.
The fire pops, showering sparks. [. . .] A wave crashes.
And I flip back in - a slow somersualt into my body.
My belly is warm. My mouth is full of sweet and salt. My skin is here, my body, my bones.
Take it for now; take it in, Biz. Hold it, this trembling, borrowed time.*
Grief feels like this:
an okay day and a good day and an okay day
then a bad.
Bad that follows and empties you.
Bad like a sinkhole.
I am dead in infinite alternate universes. I am mostly and most likely dead. I am dead, now, here. all doors opening, all doors closed.
“I don’t mind not knowing the universe is filled with incomprehensible things. We exist inside a multitude of singularities. I accepted this a long time ago.�I don’t think it’s an understatement to say that How It Feels to Float is one of the most stunning debuts I’ve read recently. There’s such a calming rhythm to the writing that pulls you into Biz’s chaotic thoughts. It’s quite the perfect pairing. The writing is lyrical, poetic, and about as close as you can get to a novel told in verse, without being told in verse. There’s a stream of consciousness quality to Biz’s thought that comes across as completely organic and let’s you get to know her in an intimate way. But it can also be incredibly tough to read, because Biz is going through a lot and definitely has dark thoughts that encroach. But I loved her friendship with Grace, Jasper, and Silvia. So even thought this is a tough read, I think it is definitely worth it. How It Feels to Float is an exploration of grief and acceptance and the ghosts that chase you on your journey to healing.