I think this is the first fiction of hers I've read. It was, as her non-fiction is, very personal but illustrative of much larger themes. I can't relate to much of Lamott's interests or expertise but she can distill the drama of her characters into truths of such clarity that I do find myself moved by her 'ordinary lives'. I'm not a drug addict but maybe I was addicted to a lifestyle and the woodlot is my wilderness rehab - that sort of thing.