"I tell tales that would never make it into coffee table books," KJ Hannah Greenberg declares in her latest book of essays, "My words are covered in forests that glow at night or seek paths among the guts of aliens' thinking machines." In forty-eight unapologetic and sometimes hilarious compositions incorporating Jerusalem cabbies, lizards, and communication theory, Greenberg configures and reconfigures the layers of her identity--successful professional writer, wife, mother, and American-born Orthodox Jew living in Israel--while providing surreally frank, sometimes painful insights into...