A great book read at just the right time. A bit painfully hyperbolic at times but it induced me to be more critical of the way I treat myself. Brosh' brutal honesty is a breath of fresh air.

All personal meaning aside I do feel like this book is very solid piece of work. The art is extremely rudimentary to say the least, but it's extremely expressive of the mood Brosh is channeling through every inch of this book. It's that every day ugliness that I mentioned in my review of Snowden taken to a whole new level. We are stupid, silly and pretentious creatures when everything comes down to it and Brosh manages to express a lot of universality (at least for the anxious and depressed among us) even while talking about some very specific things that have happened in her life. So despite the fact that this book drew inspiration from a lot of negativity in Brosh' life, I couldn't help but feel a bit more optimistic about life by the end.