Sharli Gerber is still figuring out who she is. What she does know: love and the unknown. She is addicted to literature and poetry and a song that moves her until her bones rearrange. She grapples with big issues from her own small perspective and mixes a bold, sensual brew that whispers to the place just below the surface of the skin, behind the navel, under the clavicle, down the spine, along the thighbone. She has been lost and found, but not necessarily in that order.