Trauma and recovery memoirs rarely feature on my reading list, but I succeeded in finishing Esther Rutter's fluent narrative in a single sitting, albeit because the train in which I was sitting had broken down. However inspiring, the account of her mental illness and subsequent nature, nurture and poetry cure -- effectively Rutter's own Biographia Literaria -- proved less compelling than the poetic sources. Her reference to Wordsworth's contrasting experiences of Grasmere and Goslar, coincidental sites of my own more youthful delusions, invites a salutary reminder that poets may also be woefully misled. Readers who do not share an affinity with the Lake Poets' Lyrical Ballads, or indeed with Dorothy's Diary, may respond more favourably than I to Rutter's largely therapeutic use of her sources. Some have already expressed their enthusiasm. While I don't regret reading 'All Before Me', I was glad to leave it all behind me.