Perfect Fit: A Novel

by Clare Gilmore

“You’re freaking me out.” “Good. Nobody ever gets anywhere interesting when things are comfortable.”

You have to grab the pieces of yourself you want to hang on to and let go of the rest of it, then move forward anyway, the best you can.”

I want to say something—anything—but I’m terrified the words will come out wrong. Or maybe my true fear is they’ll come out honest.

I’m at least partially aware of what I’m doing. You can’t coexist with the worst parts of yourself for twenty-seven years and not sometimes pull back the curtain.

Maybe this is all just totally natural—important people weaving in and out of your life but never making a permanent exit.