I bought this book hoping it would help me learn to appreciate the wonder of winter again. It didn’t. But I’m not sure that was its purpose. It did however remind me that spring is on the other side and the light comes back.
The book turned out to be more an memoir on mental health, and quirky/sad British behaviour in winter. The author gets a shout-out for visiting my hometown during this time, visiting the schools and libraries in the area.
What I’ve mostly taken from the book, is that it brought to my attention Cyclothymia - a sort of less severe bipolar where you’re up and down but not fully clinically depressed or fully manic. I imagine that many people have this and are undiagnosed. I liked that his nurse suggested natural over the counter remedies before medication though, and I hope they’ve helped.