A long long time ago I used to read this blog. At a time when blogs went from exciting new stuff to boring repetition (yes, I know, look who’s talking) it was different. And it was good. It was supposedly about having a concussion, but it read more like a story about being alienated, losing all plans, love and confusion. Mostly it was about love, and best of all – it was hilarious. I loved it.
It became my go-to argument when debating whether a blog could be literature or not, because it worked every time. People ended up agreeing, how could they not? This indeed was literature and it was amazing.
I heard that people in fancy literature circles were getting together to send the author a ton of presents one Christmas, though most of them didn’t even know her. At first it made me jealous – imagine being fancy enough to just send people things! Then I realized how incredibly lazy I was just thinking all of these things and never sharing my thoughts with the one who actually deserved to know.
So I wrote her a Christmas card and mailed it. The next day, just about the time when my card must have reached her, I received a card from her. The words in the cards were almost the same – we were sending each other fan mail simultaneously!
Of course we had to become friends. And of course the blog had to become a book. And yes, I do want you to read it. Not (just) because she is my friend, but because the book is amazing. I have never had a concussion, but stress and depression certainly has changed my life – it still is and I hate it, and that’s why I need this book. It’s more Erland Loe than self help or “tales from a very sad illness”. It’s relatable and also it’s just a great read.
Warning: The last few pages in the book are so moving. I read them only when I feel very robust, and then I still can’t read them without crying. They are so full of hope and love, and really that can be hard to find when you need it the most.
Also: Besides from buying the book, you should send at least one Christmas card this year.