If you have not yet reached midlife, you might want to subtract a stars from my rating, or wait an appropriate number of years before reading this volume. Blaylock writes with a rare, ethereal subtlety on subjects that I simply would not have appreciated in the same way as a young man. The best of these stories are about loss, longing and regret; regrets that cannot be made right, loss that will never be replaced, and longing for the irretrievably gone. These stories are melancholy, twilight magic, little meditations on fading. Definitely read it,, but consider waiting until you turn fifty.