I find it really hard to explain why this autobiographical/auto-fiction has been so captivating but it just is. This was, like the previous two books, so reflective, and sad, and honest it dredged up a whole raft of memories and thoughts about life, childhood, and memory for me a gave me a real messy set of feelings and reflections. 

I found it to be genuinely quite a tough read in parts as it was just so sad in such a simple and pure way, but otherwise I really savoured this book and all it had to offer. At its best moments it was like enjoying a good meal in a sunny garden or a sweet and crisp beer in the sunshine - completely nourishing and restorative. Ignoring some grim parts of the last 20 pages, I think this book is one of those that has really made an impact on me. I loved it!