Alright, I love this series half to death and it's shaped me into who I am today, but I'm beginning to see it as a glorified BlogSpot. The only difference is that this is a lot more focused. Maybe this is what "autobiography" really means but it's hard to think that anyone could have enough perspective of their lives to, not only recount, but derive meaning from it. Ironically, that's one of the reasons why I love this series so much. I genuinely empathize with what Nagata is going through and, whenever she learns something, I learn along with her.

"My Wandering Warrior Existence" doesn't show exponential growth, but she does learn (and I learn along with her) that love does doesn't mean you have to have faith in all of humanity but just in that one person you're beginning to warm over. Furthermore, she also discovers that, once you understand what loves is, you no longer yearn for it as you already have love for yourself. Aw, isn't that sweet? I've actually been trying to network and make more friends after I reading this. Not to fill a void in my heart lol, but because I realized I didn't need to be so paranoid about people.

Luv this series, XOX, Sincerely,
Ava

Five books in and the thirtysomething author remains firmly stuck in questioning limbo on matters of identity, gender identity, sexual identity, and relationships both romantic and familial. There's an interesting chapter that explains that gown on the cover, but then the rest just bogs down with muddling and whining and fidgeting. This volume is as fascinating and frustrating as all the previous ones, guaranteeing that I'll pick up the next one if it appears.

Trigger warning: A horrifying sexual assault and its appalling aftermath is recounted. ( )