At times it was pretty and nostalgic and all of the feelings that come with revisiting a "friend" (or in some sense a time) of your youth. In these moments the writing was no short of vivid imagery and capable of providing me with enough firepower to remember myself once upon a time. At other times the book was rather rambling and without an end - metaphors I felt could have been expanded further or at least concentrated into pieces that a reader could tear apart piece by piece instead of left wondering where the motif lay.