Having a daughter with Type I diabetes means that you read all about it, even in novels. So I interlibrary loaned this adult memoir about a professional ballet dancer who discovered she had Type I diabetes in her early 20's. What stands out about her story is that her doctors were STUPID. They really thought that a young dancer in wonderful physical shape could have developed Type II diabetes--the kind that overweight and out of shape people get. WHAT????? So she was mistreated for years. She even thought that by following an organic and healthy diet, she could "fix" her diabetes. Um, no. She needed insulin, and, once her body got through the honeymoon stage (where the pancreas produces a bit of insulin on its own before going kaput), she was screwed. This really is a great book about ballet, though, too, and I enjoy reading about the beauty and hard work.