As with most things in life, books are the same. For every one that inspires you there will be one that equally renders you as bored senseless. This book unfortunately falls into the latter category.
"This book was so self-pitying! I understand that a lot of person reflection is to be expected for this type of book with it involving a personal memoir of a struggle with depression but it got to the point where it was making me irritated just reading it and at page 77, I begrudgingly (leaving books unfinished makes me cringe) yet with a lot of relief gave up reading it and put it down. The constant negativity soon becomes exhaustive especially when it is blamed on such ridiculous reasons - a broken home? Oh come on. These days, it's more unusual to find a family that've been together from the very start and both environments are fine to grow up in. It seems like Wurtzel is desperately struggling to justify how much of a whiney, selfish and ultimately boring person she is when it would be a whole lot more accurate if she just admitted that it was the depression that led to that - not summer camp, her parents, the decade she was born in or any other of those stupid excuses. Additionally, how she treats other people in the book is often downright rude, mental illness or not - there is never a 'good' reason to purposely hurt people just because you lack the effort and motivation not to be a complete cow - no matter what your experiences.
What's important to bear in mind when reading this is that mental illness doesn't have to consume you and can be controlled which adds to the annoyance that this woman doesn't even try to help herself and instead embraces it which must be so aggravating for sufferers who would gladly be free of such an illness. It's almost as though she indulges in how awful she is and expects everyone to identify with that and for it to be okay just because she has a mental health condition; we all know that the world simply does not work this way. I wish I had spent my time watching 10 hours of Nyan cat looped than the hour or so I did reading this miserable excuse for a book. She could've condensed the whole thing into, "I am sad, pity me please".
An entirely individual perspective yes, but not a great read at all unless you have the patience of a saint and an aptitude for people so intolerable that they make Stalin look like a kitten.“A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it's impossible to ever see the end.”
The above quote about depression in her miserable drone of a book is perfectly applicable to how I felt trying to read the bloody thing.
HERE is the link for Nyan cat if you fancy seeing if you can put up with this book."
(Read: August 2-6th 2013)