Add me to the group who cried while reading this book. I read it in one sitting after two am on a hazy PNW night. I checked it out from the St. Johns library, but will have to buy a paper copy-- which I almost never do anymore. There's just too much that's highlightable. Everytime Yuknavitch described a trauma that seemed too far out, too unrelatable, I suddenly remembered an equally far out trauma from my own life. Not all of us misfits look like misfits, but, man, I related to so much in this book.