Enjoyable, thoughtful, sophisticated, and moody - as in mood-rich rather than grouchy. She is a great writer, and deeply honest.
I know little of the personal essay genre but love it more now. Highlights are the titular essay "Ithaca", and "Shitfight" on her time serving in the defence force. Also really loved the one on "Little Women". The effect of the search for home throughout the book is at once unsettling and poignant, identifiable, masterful.
The book better rewards dipping in and out, because the effect of personal reflection in concentration veers towards Alvy Singer - frenetic and doubtful, but still sincere, even artistic: "It reminds me of that old joke- you know, a guy walks into a psychiatrist's office and says, hey doc, my brother's crazy! He thinks he's a chicken. Then the doc says, why don't you turn him in? Then the guy says, I would but I need the eggs. I guess that's how I feel about relationships. They're totally crazy, irrational, and absurd, but we keep going through it because we need the eggs." We need the eggs, and Benge provides an omelette.
I wish all my experiences, good and bad, could be as beautifully redeemed through Benge's expression has hers have been here.