I wanted so badly to love this book. I have loved all of Anne Lamott's non-fiction, and have some interest in the particular subject matter of this one, and was so interested to get to know Sam as a young adult. But, unfortunately, I found it tedious. It really just needed more editing, I think. Tiny little sections, over and over again, about feeling very needy for the baby and for some sense control in the situation, were just too many. I loved the journals of India, but kept trying to figure out how they connected to the story of Jax -- I just don't think this was the home for those. Very often an intriguing thought would come out and I would wish it would be fleshed out, but it wasn't. And there really wasn't as much of Sam's contribution as I'd expected (and wanted). All that being said, it's incredibly bold, honest, and heart-wrenching. It's often funny, too. I do love Anne Lamott's writing and insight. If I weren't comparing it to her other works - some of which I have read over and over again - I might have loved it more.