The Open Letter chapter really breaks through, and moves the book toward what I expect from Lawson- honest reporting on the experience, feelings, and social effects of mental illness, sensitively delivered, with self-deprecating, devastating humor. While the previous book was probably the best book written to date to offer a personal perspective on life with anxiety, panic attacks, and social phobia- all while making the reader laugh out loud and relate and feel empathically sad, quite a feat- this book deals with serious depression. Then I read the chapter “An Open Letter to My Health Insurance Company”, and was blown away by her eloquent fury. The first 70 pages were a little sub-par for my Jenny Lawson expectations- having read and laughed out loud or commiserated with much of her previous book, Furiously Happy, I had lofty expectations, and felt a little let down.
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