Some really powerful stuff here, presented in a scattershot manner that makes me concerned that Allie's still not very well.
Not a great year for getting reading done, so if I finished a book this last year, it was either very good, or extremely my shit. This is the former, rather than the latter. I'm not usually into autobiographical meditations on mental health or the absurdity of mortality, or grappling with the unfairness of why things happen to people.
But if you think those things wouldn't absolutely destroy you, this is an attempt to engage with those things humanely and hopefully.
Wow, this was a lot. Brosh goes to a lot of dark places but makes the journey endlessly interesting.
