It's a gloomy and overcast day, a good time to read Jenny Offill's new novella, Weather. I really appreciate that Jenny Offill spends so many years on each of her books and emerges with these tiny works. Weather is composed of fragments. Each fragment is the best, most crystalline thought. Like Dept. Of Speculation, her previous novella, Weather is like a needle in your arm: quietly entering until you suddenly feel the sting. It leaves a bruise.