After reading this, I have had a hard time putting the experience into words. And I think I've come to terms with why as I've thought on it. I think it comes down to is that I feel like I'm just supposed to sit at this moment.

Nicolas Keramidas' writing and art very much feel like he is sitting next to you recounting his life story to you, or at least this portion of it. It felt much less impersonal than sometimes reading a memoir can be. The sense of it being a story someone is telling you is there, and I don't feel like I'd pick up any other book and read about the beauty of being able to pee while looking out over a green. But that's the kind of stuff friends mention when they are telling stories.

The only thing I couldn't bring myself to like about this book was the anthropomorphic heart, which scares me. But beyond that, it is beautiful.