This is not a book. It may look and feel like any other book you've held in your hands and plopped on your nightstand-but it's not a book. It's a blog in print. A book should be a fluid continuous stream of prose, with a climactic arch and a subsequent dénouement. This printed blog doesn't really have those things. It has blog posts, posted comments, and emails in chronological order. It does tell a story, true-but it's neither edited, nor polished. This is an in-the-moment angst of a first-time mother going through a Russian adoption. A memoir would be told in the wise voice of a narrator who's been through the process successfully. This blog is told in the frantic voice of a chick who had no idea what was going on. It's not a book, but it's our story.