Kelsey
I read this book on a day when I was already feeling pretty depressed. And after the first 75ish pages, I thought, “today probably isn't the day for this...” But after giving it a little more time (and after taking a little break), I decided that it was actually the perfect day for it. Didion puts words to the apathetic and reckless nature of depression that I've never considered before; sometimes leaning into that type of day is better than trying to rage against it with manufactured energy or enthusiasm.
So I deeply appreciated this “depression incarnate” (quoting another review I skimmed) on a day when I could relate to the dreamlike, sometimes incomprehensible inner monologue of Maria. If I'd read this on a day when I was happy, I think it would've ruined my week. But now? I feel refreshed.
I read this book on a day when I was already feeling pretty depressed. And after the first 75ish pages, I thought, “today probably isn't the day for this...” But after giving it a little more time (and after taking a little break), I decided that it was actually the perfect day for it. Didion puts words to the apathetic and reckless nature of depression that I've never considered before; sometimes leaning into that type of day is better than trying to rage against it with manufactured energy or enthusiasm.
So I deeply appreciated this “depression incarnate” (quoting another review I skimmed) on a day when I could relate to the dreamlike, sometimes incomprehensible inner monologue of Maria. If I'd read this on a day when I was happy, I think it would've ruined my week. But now? I feel refreshed.