What is there to say about this book that hasn’t been said already?

Was the writing poetic, heartbreakingly evocative, yet also teased up within an inch of its life? Yes. Was the story the author told about his own life so tragic and shocking in an everyday sort of way but couched in brilliant metaphor and sumptuous language? Absolutely. Did I find glimmers of brilliance that made me sit up and take notice, read sentences that will stay with me forever, while also wishing the abstract nature of the writing would come back down to earth on occasion, just for a brief visit? Obviously. Did I find pieces of myself in this book and also elements that are universal to all humanity while acknowledging it might have all been just a *bit* much? Unequivocally.

I’m absolutely planning on reading his poetry.