Too bright. Too much. Too sensitive. Too hard to look at for long. Sound familiar? Meet Lo.

In her devastatingly intimate debut, Anne Laurette writes for anyone who has ever learned to turn down some essential part of herself to make the world more comfortable.

Over one charged season, solstice to solstice, that life expands. There is an unexpected love story with someone who pays attention differently. There are Sylvie, Libby, and Vanesa, the women who have made a kind of family around a greenhouse table. There is grief that arrives without asking permission, desire that refuses to stay theoretical, and the startling experience of being known closely enough that Lo doesn't always have to explain herself.

Through all of it, Lo remains unmistakably Lo: funny, particular, sensual, observant, occasionally impossible, deeply feeling. A woman accustomed to adjusting the brightness of herself according to who is in the room. And being seen clearly doesn't mean Lo suddenly knows what to do with everything she sees.

Too Bright follows her through love and loss, friendship and desire, recognition and rupture, toward a choice made with enormous tenderness and enormous consequence.

Laurette writes with unnerving intimacy, sensory precision, dark wit, and extraordinary attunement to the tiny human gestures that carry the greatest emotional weight. Her prose stays close enough to Lo that listening begins to feel less like observing a character and more like borrowing her nervous system for a while.

Quietly sensual, fiercely observant, and emotionally immersive, Too Bright is the rare debut that never has to raise its voice to devastate you. By the end, Anne Laurette will leave you in a hundred pieces—and somehow make you grateful you let her.

The first novel in the Still as a Woman quartet.