My best explanation for why this book didn’t work for me is as follows. I think How High We Go In The Dark was meant to be consumed by me in a slow intellectual manner, while sipping a cup of earl gray tea as I take the time to read a couple pages every day. Intstead I rage-read this in around 24 hours while inhaling a package of Oreos. That may be a bad explanation to why this genuinely beautiful book just won’t click in my brain, but it is the only reasoning I seem to have.