As a fellow hypermobile spoonie, I really wanted to love this memoir. Sophie's writing is undeniably beautiful. I enjoyed her reflections on the experience of being ill; I just wish that content had made up more of the book. Instead, most chapters connected Sophie's illness to topics I don't resonate with: animism, new age mysticism, classic literature, mythology, biblical history. To protect my reading energy and time in 2025, I set a rule for myself that I would DNF owned physical books at 30% if I wasn't enjoying them. Unfortunately, almost halfway through Sophie's book, I found myself mostly bored and struggling to connect, so I'll be moving on to something else. Sorry Sophie!