I really liked this at first, but as we left her childhood the nonlinear style of the book felt more and more like a hindrance. It also felt like there was very little self-reflection or -analysis. Blair will just tell the story of something shocking or strange and often move on without examining (or even mentioning) how it affected her, and we’re unable to connect those dots ourselves because the next story she tells will have happened years earlier. There are so few dates or other specifics mentioned that even if I wanted to I couldn’t put these stories in order. I understand the choice, it relates to how her memory works now with her MS, but in a memoir context is pretty important. If it’s not provided by the order of the stories, it should be mentioned within them. 

Some of the essays are well-written, interesting, and provide unique insight. Some are random and confusing. 

Again, the lack of analysis and reflection was frustrating for me. For example, there is a LOT going on with her relationship with her parents. But a lot of it is told in a vague way, and important events and context feel excluded. I doubt she’s even really examined those relationships herself, let alone written about it for us. The denial is just really weird for a memoir.