The Age of Miracles

by Karen Thompson Walker

They were preparing for a time of monsters, it seemed to me, but the monsters were only the neighbors, maybe even their friends.

Eek this is too real in any apocalyptic story.

I studied them from afar that summer, the way, as we’d learned in school, astronomers could sometimes detect a distant planet—not by seeing it but by measuring how its mass bent the path of starlight.

Best sentence in the whole book.