This book is like an advertisement for Prozac. I didn't find the author to be terribly sympathetic, and she lost me the last few chapters while describing her personal philosophy. There are so many really good memoirs of depression out there, don't waste your time on this one. ( )

Not as good as The Noonday Demon, but a worthwhile, thought-provoking memoir of a newspaper reporter's struggle with depression and the effect of her illness on her work and her relationships. ( )