D came home with it yesterday, and I thought, "What a sweet husband... he got my book at the library..."
But when he saw me reading it last night, he said, "Hey, what do you think you're doing? That's my book..."
So I told him I was first in line, and I've been reading it most of the weekend. It's much different than I thought it would be. Parts of it are surprising, and I'll write about that later after D has read it and after I have digested more of it.
But here are a few lines:
"But the depression refused to budge... the reality is, telling a depressed person to 'snap out of it' is like parking someone in front of a stove with an extinguished pilot light and saying, 'Start making pancakes, bitch.' It's not laziness. There's no will because there's no way."