I should accept that I really don‘t care for memoirs.
I should accept that I really don‘t care for memoirs.
There‘s a surprising calm that comes from reading this book. It comes in between the rushes to survive. It‘s among the hope that there are still good people out there. The calm comes from Sal having faced it all, knowing she can make it through anything - and from Peppa laughing along the entire way. You can have that seriousness of survival alongside the levity of being along for the ride, laughing - both allowing for and feeding the other.
Absolutely beautiful.
"It's A Wonderful Life" meets "The Butterfly Effect". A true example of the grass not always being greener and about how remarkable life really can be.
1. Spending time with my hubby and with my boo, going to the cinema and have a time as quiet & chill & lovely as possible (which has to be enough as I've been in a deep depression phase for - what now? years?)
2. Murder on the Christmas Express by Alexandra Benedict
3. Andrea und das Schlossgespenst (Andrea and the ghost of the castle) by Klaus Wolff, which was a childhood book from my mother, published in 1966. (Not translated into English).
This book was quite interesting and I'd give it about a 7.5/10. It was a tad verbose with some rambling that was uninteresting at times. But the overall premise of the book was promising, the flow was good, and the ending was satisfying. A classic addition to any psych section of a home library; subcat mood disorders/mental health autobios
This book is perfect.
Edgar has been my reading buddy this afternoon for this heartbreaking book
Fabulous YA debut about mental health/depression, friendship and love, family and our place in the cosmos.