I am biased. I love a fascinating story with daring storytelling methods that allow the reader to interpret it any way s/he sees fit. While reading Light Boxes, I saw it as a personal allegory for mental illness, but I tend to insert my own struggles into good fiction, so that is my fault. It's not for those who like literal stories, and there's nothing wrong with that. But there's beauty here, and I hope you find it in this book.