The Opposite of Loneliness

I struggled to read this; initially I was hopeful, and I really liked the title essay, but I couldn't get past feeling as though what I was reading would have been more fully formed at another time, that it was a book published because she died, not because it was ready. I feel legitimately terrible both for her family, and that I didn't like it as much as I wanted to. I won a copy from the publisher; DNF.