Crossposts:

http://badgerbag.livejournal.com/499281.html

I woke up around 6 and read "Are You My Mother?" by Alison Bechdel. Amaaing! Beautiful! It built up like a beautiful concerto. I felt the weird bug-office-home and Stonehenge fortress internally... and cried at the end of the book... And was so happy at all the Anne Bradstreet & Woolf & Rich references & quotes that I could hardly bear it.

I want to buy nice copies of both her memoir books and put them up on my shelves of favorite important books.