I really loved Bechdel's Fun Home, which analysed her relationship with her closeted, repressed father; this didn't quite spark for me in the same way, though it's still pretty good. It's the story of Bechdel's mother's life, and of how Bechdel herself came to write it all down, and of her own relationships with lovers and therapists over the years. Perhaps because it lacks the brutal punchline of Fun Home, it felt rather less structured and didn't have the same element of drama. Bechdel is still sharply observant, not least of herself.