This is written for children and I expected it to be a picture book, but it's a chapter book and is very well written and comprehensive. I read it in preparation for my second visit to the Emily Dickinson Museum in Amherst. My first visit was 9 years ago in 2016. After reading this book, I knew pretty much everything the tour guide told us and then some. Except for specific details about the house.
I found the passage on pp 121-122 describing her visit with Thomas Higginson interesting:
"In spite of her initial fright, she quickly began to talk, stopping occasionally to invite him to speak but then spilling forth her thoughts again. She told him about her love of reading, how Edward had insisted they read only the Bible when they were young and how she and Austin had to sneak novels into the house. She told him how much Shakespeare meant to her. She offered him her definition of poetry: 'If I read a book [and] it makes my whole body so cold no fire ever can warm me I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.'
"After an hour with Emily, Thomas was exhausted-though fascinated. He wrote to his wife that evening, describing the visit and guessing that she would have found some of Emily's talk foolish, but that he found much of it wise. Still, he was afraid to question Emily directly when he didn't understand something she said. He had a feeling that a direct question would make her withdraw from him. As for Emily, she felt that Thomas 'ask[ed] great questions accidentally.' Being with him in person instead of reading his words on paper was at once unreal and unbearably sweet.
"Before leaving Amherst the next day, Thomas returned to the Homestead. His second conversation with Emily was equally fascinating and equally draining. He found her remarks so intriguing that, afterward, he made it a point to write down everything he could remember. And although it seemed to Thomas that she lived a strange life, he noted that she found it joyful, saying, 'I find ecstasy in living-the mere sense of living is joy enough.'
"After the second visit, Thomas wrote again to his wife, saying he had enjoyed his time with Emily very much. While he found her considerate of other people, he added that he had never been with anybody who took so much out of him. In spite of his fascination with Emily, he concluded, he was glad that he lived a good distance away. (Not until December 1873 did he make a second, and last, visit to her.)"
The tour guide also mentioned Thomas Higginson's letter to his wife saying that his visits with Emily were exhausting and draining. This makes me wonder if she might have been neurodivergent and when I looked it up I found that this is a common speculation. Very interesting.
I was also interested in the descriptions of Emily's faith:
"In Emily's own eyes, though, she was full of hope, and that hope was rewarded with each of nature's sea-sons. Every autumn as she watched the blooms fall off her plants and the trees grow bare, she had not only hope but also faith. She knew without a doubt that, come spring, those plants would flower again and the trees would grow abundant with greenery. The death of the natural world and its rebirth, every year without fail, was all the proof Emily needed of God. She didn't need to profess her faith with words; she experienced her faith through nature." p. 41
"It wasn't that Emily didn't believe in God. The many poems she wrote about God, death, heaven, and the soul reflect a deep faith in the life of the spirit. And she listened thoughtfully to sermons at church, when she went, especially to those that were about wrestling with belief in God. But she didn't agree that people were born sinful and could not become good without God's help. Instead, she increasingly saw God's goodness and love everywhere around her, in the beauty of the world and the love of her family and dear friends. It was hard for her, though, to hold onto this faith when everyone around her, those very same people she loved, believed differently." p. 94