How to Murder Your Life

Honestly, the only reason I ended up with this book is because I was paying attention to the fascinatingly disturbing stories I'd read about Cat Marnell in the news a few years ago. The ones she talks about approximately 3/4 of the way through this book.

This book made me so mad, sad, empathetic and furious all the way through, and several times I wanted to just give up on it because I just absolutely could not relate and it irritated me.

But, she eventually become a a real human I could relate to and that's pretty much when a flip switched and I couldn't put this book down. For me this book is a) an acknowledgment that shame and suffering are universal, regardless of the coping mechanisms we choose to make those feelings go away, and b) a reminder to be kind to others as well as ourselves. We are more often than not our own worst enemies and could all probably afford to be more gracious with ourselves.

Sad, funny and shocking. I raced through this, constantly thinking to myself ‘Surely things can't get worse?' (Sidenote: They did!). Cat's writing mixes the glossy world of fashion magazines (swag) with grimy world of addiction, making you laugh and wanting to scream some sense into her all at once.