I have to be honest...I'd only ever read pieces before. I was wary; I stared at it across the room and it seemed ominous and I felt sort of indifferent towards it. But since I decided to yank it off the shelf and immerse myself in it's big-hearted and painful and multivalent prose, it has captivated me completely. I'm about halfway through- and in the headspace where I can't really bring myself out of it- reading it on the bus in the morning while trying to balance my coffee, and climbing straight into bed after work to hope to feel as less lonely in it's epicness as it allows until I fall asleep.