A favourite author. A black comedy. A tale of a man (surely an introvert) who craves solitude like air, water. Descriptive, outrageous sexual passages (be forewarned) where LOL is a given. Wild culinary escapades. A “life is messy” reality. Refreshing, honest and true.
This book gently and beautifully describes an affliction that saps the soul. Codependency is a behaviour, often resulting from trauma, that affects self-esteem, self-worth, sense of self. It is a condition that can be addressed and remedied. Melody Beattie explains how.
The message of female empowerment sticks. The strength of women, sticks. The haunting portrayal of the Mountains resonates, as do the characters who suffer but carry on with pride and conviction. At what price we maintain our relationships and our dreams, the question.
Deeply engrossing. Graphic. Lurid. Exhausting. You don’t want it to end; you know how it will end. An utterly surprising portrait of a tragic icon no one really knew, understood, or tried to help. Astounding glimpse into mental illness and the gravity of unresolved childhood trauma.
A deadly dark, serious, poignant book. A fierce, engrossing black comedy that will have you chuckling mercilessly in spite of yourself. Two brothers, seemingly polar opposites, on a similar path to total ruin. But they survive anyway. The hypocrisy alone is wickedly hilarious.