I really like the title and cover of this book, but unfortunately they set me up with an expectation of what this book was going to be, and then the actual book turned out to be quite a lot different from my expectations. Once I was able to relax into the pace of the book I was actually reading, I enjoyed it a lot, but I had to get over an initial gut reaction of confusion followed by grumpiness over the first quarter or so of the text. This memoir covers scenes of Bechdel's childhood that weren't as deeply explored in Fun Home, then really hits its stride in telling of the period of her life after the end that book and up into her fifties. It focuses on how the twin obsessions with making art and pursuing physical exercise to the point of exhaustion have woven through her life and how exercise has at times lead to a beautiful mental quietness (hard to achieve when you are an anxious, overworked cartoonist). I miss the spot blacks of her previous books, but the delicate watercolors are very enjoyable, and they especially shine in highlighting sunrises and sunsets over the landscapes Bechdel and her literary heroes ride, ski, hike, and run through.