What I’d really like is to know what happened to me. Why can’t I seem to make a life for myself? What happened? You were there, you must have seen it. I keep thinking there must be something I don’t remember. I’ve got a decent job, I have lovers and friends. So why do I feel so numb and separate? Why do I feel like a failure?
— About lonely people longing to find their place in this world, to be a part of a “family”, to have a place they could call home. A home where they could just be themselves, whoever that may be. It’s not a perfect book, but I really loved how it made me feel