This book reminded me of how fluent I used to be in academic-speak, and how much of that I seem to have lost. I like to think if I was immersed in it again it would come back to me. But I know from Spanish that it wouldn't be immediate, and that it's my own fault for not keeping it up. I'm finding myself unable to say anything significant about it without using the complicated words and phrasings that used to pour out of me and are now tired and dusty and put away somewhere inaccessible. The book hit me more emotionally than intellectually, which isn't something that happens often- though that's probably more because I don't read fiction often than because I'm not easily emotionally manipulated.
A valuable read for the historical take on lgbt rights and experiences, if nothing else.