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318 pages, Paperback
First published May 10, 2012
It was like this blackness that crept into the corners of my life until everything was grey and dirty. My insides felt burnt out, like if you cut me open, all you would find would be smoke. No heart. No bones. There was nothing left, just the anger. It followed me everywhere. It sat on my bed and watched me sleep and when I had to eat, it looked at me across the table.
My heart was beating so hard I felt dizzy. I snatched at a breath, then another and another until I realised that there was nothing I could do. So I gave into it, let it rip through me, and it was such a relief that I smiled. I love it, you know, the anger. I love it when it's like that; wild and deep and unreachable. Because when I'm angry, it isn't me reacting, it's my body. I can't stop it. I have to let it run its course, like a fever.