It's Lonely at the Centre of the Earth

This book is pretty much directionless and that is only a small hinderence to my review because I found the writers intent to be incredibly sincere and relatable. Zoe Thorogood manages to capture the ups and downs of anxiety/depression through unpredictable and even chaotic art that can drastically change from page to page. There is a narrative, but I almost perceive it as an open ended journal entry providing a snapshot in time of the authors journey up until this point. Some may downplay it as overly angsty or even pretentious.. I don't feel that way at all. I see this book as unrestrained self expression and a very promising project from a writer who was only 24 at the time of release. Needless to say, I look forward to her future projects in the many years to come.