Amy Leach’s debut collection of nature essays, Things That Are (Milkweed, $18, 192 pp.), imagines how constellations like Ursa Major and creatures like apple-green caterpillars might perceive their experiences. To some readers, such philosophical flights may come across as oppressive impositions on the cosmos. Can’t we let the stars have their privacy? But I enjoy her almost-too-clever writing, filled with lyrical puns, and I found these thoughts about possible thoughts...
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