Heaven Is Comfort, But It's Still Not

In This Deeply Nuanced Portrait Of An American Family, Bret Anthony Johnston Fearlessly Explores The Truth Behind A Mythic Happy Ending. In Remember Me Like This, Johnston Presents An Incisive Dismantling Of An All-too-comforting Fallacy: That In Being Found We Are No Longer Lost.

I Was Trying To Prove To Them And To Myself That I Was Still Who I Had Always Been. I Was Beautiful, If Fat. I Was Smart, If Loud. I Was Good, If Ruined.

I'm Fine With Whatever Comes My Way, And Whatever Doesn't Come My Way I'm Fine With Too. I Have A Very Laissez-faire Attitude With The Whole Thing.

Sometimes The Dreams That Come True Are The Dreams You Never Even Knew You Had.

She Didn't Even Have To Smile, And She Rarely Did Outside Her House--it Was The Eyes, Her Dancer's Carriage, The Way She Seemed To Deliberate Over The Smallest Movement Of Her Body.