You should just read this series if you haven't yet. Its conclusion brought chaos, heartbreak, and an acquired (?) sense of peace. Not sure if that makes sense. A type of discomfort that you have to eventually accept as peaceful. There is something very special about writing that covers the narrator's (almost) entire life. It makes you want to tidy up your own life's journey into chapters, trajectories, and hindsight reflections, yet not necessarily in a way that veils the messiness of self, relationships, and environment. Finished this while sitting at Beaver Lake, cried a lot, which is becoming my favourite way of feeling feelings (softly crying, in public).