This week I read My Brother's Husband and rehashed My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness . Originally, when I read it, I related heavily to the MC in My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness . I also experienced times of heavy depression throughout my life. I loved the art style of it, as well as the straight forward storytelling. At some points, though, I didn't quite "understand" what the author was talking about. I think because she was just expressing her train of thought, it sometimes got jumbled up. Or perhaps it was done on purpose because depression and loneliness sometimes don't make sense at all. Addendum: It was also a bit hard for me to read because as I mentioned in class that I come from a somewhat emotionally reserved family (asian stereotype I know but it holds for me), and it's hard to be so outright and forth coming like Nagata Kabi was. It was also relatable to a sense that I didn't like reading it, because what if this will be me in 3...