With a narrative as out of shape yet good natured as “Best and Most Beautiful Things,” you need to appreciate the little stuff. For one, I’m happy this narrative acquainted me with Michelle Smith, a young lady from Bangor, Maine, who is a ton like me (and most likely you) in different ways. She interfaces with the dry pessimism of MTV’s “Daria,” belts out Jenny Lewis melodies in the auto and doesn’t relate to “ordinary.”
However, in a way that she dislike me or your likely you, she is legitimately visually impaired and has Asperger’s, making her cooperations with the world as one of a kind as they can be specific. In any case, the force of her account is that Michelle needs what any other individual does, to interface with individuals through the things she cherishes, and to grow up as her own individual all the while.