I picked up this book just because I thought the cover was pretty. The narration of the book was unexpected for me. I thought for a while that the narrator was Sigrid herself because not only was the narrator a writer, but the writing felt so much like a memoir. The narrator constantly acknowledged that a memoir is a mix of fact and fiction because our memories are faulty. The book felt so strikingly honest with the narrator either acknowledging her own flaws directly or giving the reader enough detail to see for themselves. Still, the narrator keeps themselves as a redeemable and lovable character. As a young adult, I was most interested in the interactions between the narrator and the college-aged man who comes to live with her (so I enjoyed the second half of the book best). It felt like I was getting a new angle of how young adults are understood by other people. Overall, this was a somewhat soothing, reflective read and I'm glad it had a pretty cover.