My relationship with this book has taken quite a journey. Upon my first read through, I was not impressed, and at times felt the desire to fling the book against the wall. The second time, I argued with it. And the third time, I finally realized all the things I was arguing with were things I had already been thinking myself, and I didn't know how to let my personal thoughts and feelings grow as I got older, creating a a war inside myself. I don't think Blue Like Jazz should be the end-all it's so often presented as, but I think it's a good place to start.