I've just finished Moab Is My Washpot and I simply love it, love it, utterly love it!
The story throws buckets of concentrated emotions at you and wrings them back from you afterwards to gather them back into the Washpot and reuse them.
I smiled, I giggled, laughed my head off, whimpered in embarrassment, wondered about the wickedness of fate, bit my nails (figuratively speaking) in apprehension, quietly sympathised, cried bitter tears, raised my eyebrows and grinned meaningfully like a teenage girl would.
More importantly it made me think about my own life and dig up some 'long forgotten' memories.
To end this in a more realistic tone:
Passions to passions, lust to lust shall pass:
Life’s a bugger and a pain in the arse.
(The Untitled Epic by SJF, 15y. of a.)