A well-pitched account of living and growing whilst suffering from mental health problems.

I don't normally read biographies, but a review of this book in the Guardian caught my interest, as I though 'I identify with that!'. After reading this book, I'm quite relieved to be able to say that I don't have the same OCD as the author, altough I can empathise with a lot of her thoughts. It made me wonder if OCD is a 'spectrum' disorder, as autism is sometimes thought of, but this book isn't about to tell anybody wether that might be true or not. As a memoir it is concerned with Joanne Limburg's experience and does not tell you what is the definitive cause or treatment for this disorder. What it does do is give insights into what it is actually ilke to suffer, and does so in such a way that it is a pleasure to read (the author is a poet). even when she is writing about distressing things it is never painful (well almost never), and her humanity comes through beautifully. ( )