It is so overwhelmingly depressing, so many people are depressed, and there doesn't seem to be any help for these depressed people, that I too lost the will to go on. I can't say I liked or enjoyed this book. When i see a title like that, all i can do is hit that want to read buttonĮveryone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead by Emily R.
This book is about me (girl in therapy and being weird about it) This book is very funny, and very sad, and above all so lovely.Ĭan't the five stars speak for themselves?īottom line: I will never get better at being nice. This is my favorite kind of story, one about how hard it can be to be alive in an on-fire world with a semi nonfunctioning brain, but also about how beautiful life is, how wonderful people are. I only cry twice a year: at my annual rewatch of About Time, and when I am somehow held down or arrested and unable to prevent myself from listening to the song The Luckiest / watching an animal video / thinking too hard about a nice tweet I saw four months ago. But this was not a glamorous single tear sliding down my cheek. A lot! Lately I've been tearing up at endings a lot, probably due to some hormonal imbalance or debilitating illness and definitely not emotion (I don't have those). I have to write at length (because if I'm one thing besides difficult, it's verbose) about a perfect book.Īnd even worse: THIS BOOK MADE ME CRY. In some ways, I make this easier for myself, due to the fact that I am so critical, hateful, and generally unpleasant that it happens as infrequently as possible.īut this is a double-edged sword, because I also have no reason to ever attempt to hone or even improve this skill. I am the dreaded rarity that is a blonde adult. But when the police discover suspicious circumstances surrounding Grace’s death, Gilda may have to finally reveal the truth of her mortifying existence.Ĭookies are my favorite food, and yet I am extremely picky about them.
Desperate, she begins impersonating Grace via email. She can’t bear to ignore the kindly old woman, who has been trying to reach her friend through the church inbox, but she also can’t bring herself to break the bad news. In between trying to memorize the lines to Catholic mass, hiding the fact that she has a new girlfriend, and erecting a dirty dish tower in her crumbling apartment, Gilda strikes up an email correspondence with Grace’s old friend. Too embarrassed to correct him, Gilda is abruptly hired to replace the recently deceased receptionist Grace.
Desperate for relief from her panicky mind and alienated from her repressive family, she responds to a flyer for free therapy at a local Catholic church, and finds herself being greeted by Father Jeff, who assumes she’s there for a job interview. Gilda, a twenty-something lesbian, cannot stop ruminating about death.
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