Bits of this were sublime, but I had to skim about 60 pages in the middle because it got so repetitive and relatively uninformative at the same time, discussing why Mercury/Hermes is the god of manic depression. It's not an uninteresting line of thought, but far fewer pages on the topic would have sufficed. I was attracted to this book precisely because it promised heavy use of metaphor to describe the illness and the author's experiences, but in general, and in that section in particular, it could have used a good deal more editing...the metaphors just went on and on; some of them were great, others a bit flimsy, too abstract, repetitive, etc. I was also unimpressed by the poems at the end, but I am notoriously picky about poetry, which is a notoriously subjective medium in any case. She did explain her reasons for including them, and others will no doubt find them poignant.