The concluding volume to Frame's autobiographical trilogy, and it's just as good as the others. This is the one where she escapes provincial New Zealand and heads to Europe, where she gets a literary agent, has some affairs, and finally gets the "you're not crazy you've just had crappy doctors" diagnosis. When I think of all the time this poor woman wasted in mental hospitals with incompetent care I am truly disturbed. How many other people suffered unnecessarily as she did?

I did find, to be honest, the ongoing metaphor of the Mirror City a little belaboured, but I was so glad to see her get a life for a bit that it didn't bother me that much.