This book has been describes as reading a diary but it’s more than that.

It’s sitting late at night with a good friend as they tell you the story of their life through the details and intricacies that matter most to them. 

I’ve said this book may have turned me into a memoir reader but really it has turned me into a Michelle Zauner fan.

She’s the friend at the end of the couch making me sob as she explains her grief and loss whilst also making me hungry as she describes the latest dish she’s made.

It’s raw, sad, complex but above all beautiful.