Nelson denotes her love of the color blue as one of the sweetest sensations she has ever known, and after reading Bluets for the third time a couple years ago, I can say it is one of the sweetest sensations in reading I have ever known. And in this regard, sweet does not mean "sweet" at its core; this book is perfectly foul and lusty. It is unapologetic in its accounts of love and desire. It is unflinching and, to borrow more language from it, glaringly bright, even in, or precisely because of, its darkest places. Noticing blues more in your daily life is a beautiful side-effect of reading this book. I have two copies–one that I have highlighted and broken in and have lent out to people– and a hardcover copy with a beautiful embossed cover.