The New York Times says this book is "Memoir as fever dream," and I think that's pretty accurate. It's the most right brain oriented, stream of consciousness book I've read since Virginia Woolf. Yet, it is organized and each section has something important to show us--it's kind of like being in an impressionist painting.
Jane's life is full of bodily experienced sensual detail, so when things go haywire, which they do--I don't want to give away the plot, the reader is intimately involved and keeps turning the pages
After a long and interesting childhood section, she skips to an adult life where she's trying to make her way despite the traumas and tragedies of her past. But you can see how the past has marked her, as it does all of us. She is the author/narrator and the story is personal and specific, but universal enough that we become emotionally entangled in the story
Full immersion in this book will take you away from your regular life.