Honestly, my only complaint is what a fast read it was. I blazed through it in about two hours, and I am a SLOW reader, darlings. Super duper slow. But y'know, considering how heavy much of the subject matter was, maybe the prose couldn't be correspondingly ponderous. Maybe we did have to skitter across the surface of pain, just a little bit. Believe me, you still feel it, but this way you feel the humour too, and the shame and redemption and all of it. Simple and complex together, a poignant paradox.