I found my copy. I tried to read it in a depressed state and didn't get very far. I found my old bookmark about one quarter into the book. That depressed state colored my view on the book, I remember it as boring. I'm not finding it boring at all this time. If I wasn't busy I'd read the whole thing at a sitting.

I find myself revisiting my childhood and going oh god, now it makes sense. I was sure my bipolar was activated by stress and trauma and did not start until my twenties...now I'm not sure. I like her writing very direct and personable.