A jellyfish, if you watch it long enough, begins to look like a heart beating. It doesn’t matter what kind: the blood-read Atolla with its flashing siren lights, the frilly flower hat variety, or the near-transparent moon jelly, Aurelia aurita.
It’s their pulse, the way they contract swiftly, then release. Like a ghost heart – a heart you can see right through, right into some other world where everything you ever lost has gone to hide.
Jellyfish don’t even have hearts, of course – no heart, no brain, no bone, no blood. But watch them for a while. You will see them beating.
This one is a short, but gorgeous book about growing up, about science, about family, and a bit about goldfish.