I picked up this book because I have bipolar disorder and I wondered how similar or different her story is to mine. Shortly after the book came in the mail, I had surgery and my best ferret friend died.
This book sat on my desk for five weeks, glaring at me and daring me to read it. I didn’t want to. I was depressed and didn’t want to read about someone else’s troubles. Nevertheless, I finally forced myself to do so, and I’m glad I did. Her up-and-down story has a nice ending and reinforces the idea that there’s hope in perseverance.