I just finished Lidia Yuknavitch’s memoir, or as she might call it, her “anti-memoir.”  I don’t know how else to describe THE CHRONOLOGY OF WATER except to say that:  (a)  I carried this book with me everywhere for 3 days and read pages every chance I got, and (b) her story, and her storytelling, can only be described as a force of nature.  It’s like there’s  a power-cord running through the chapters.