Wonderfully direct (and depressing while positive) collection of essays that flow into more than their parts, a meditation (and call to recognition) on knowing, on men's insistence on knowing even when we do not, even when the women around us do and are knowing, and on welcoming the unknown and unrevealed mystery in life. Also, very much about the imbalanced continuum of violence against women, from rape to honor killing to silencing and demeaning and doubting women's own lived experience, whether in marriage or on twitter.