Miranda is a very talented comedian and actress. I adore her Miranda series and her performance as Chummy in Call the Midwife. I mention all of this just to say that I am a big fan. This book is not what I expected and it just didn't work for me on multiple levels. For folks who do live with long Covid or other ME/CFS ailments, maybe this book would, on some level, be helpful. This is just my opinion, as someone not currently battling any long term illness.
I wish this book had been clearly labeled as/marketed as a self-help/self-improvement book, as I was hoping for more stories about Miranda. Perhaps this was my mistake when pre-ordering, but it wasn't clear to me upon purchase. To my knowledge, its genre is labeled as Biography/Autobiography. While that classification might technically be true, I would not categorize the majority of this book in that way. The language/framing used is far too prescriptive, coming across as giving advice rather than sharing stories. She references several other authors, books, resources, in declaring her revelations for this to come across as anything but self-help from a non-medical/non-therapist professional.
My proposal to Miranda would have been to have separated the self-help part; the "treasures" and all the cloying, grating language around the various realizations along her health journey, from the actual stories from her life (those not framed as "you can do x,y,z to re-frame your thinking and live a better life", MDRC). Even the cutesy MDRC (My Dear Reader Chum) acronym became excruciatingly annoying after the 10th time it was used. Perhaps the self-help stuff could have been sold as a companion piece to a more story-driven novel (of which, I would have skimmed and tossed aside)? I would have appreciated a 200-page novel/memoir (with another 200-page self-help companion guide) which would have been remarkably enjoyable, compared to this 400-page mess, which I had to parse out all the aforementioned cutesy/grating/cloying language along its entire read time. The framing of chapters around "treasures" is interesting and I appreciate her insights based on her experience, but overall none of it worked for me. The stories themselves were wonderful, it's just everything else that bothered me.
I am truly happy she received a diagnosis for her chronic and debilitating health issues, and that she is in a loving relationship, now married. This book was a challenge to finish. I almost DNF'd it after page 10, and again after every 10 pages or so after that, for its entire 400 pages, but kept going, looking for those stories within the mess. I also finished this book because I paid $50 for a signed edition, pre-ordered from Waterstones, in the UK, and didn't want to feel as though that money was wasted (time, money, what say you). Don't even get me started about her incessant use of "The Boy" or "I KNOW, RIGHT!" or "GET THIS". Ugh. No.
My extra long title for this book:
I Haven't Been Entirely Honest with You (about this book): it is a self-help discovery book about my health journey. It is filled with language around how you, yourself, can re-frame various debilitating aspects of your life or your health, to make it more digestible or to help you better navigate rough times. I am not a medial professional, but maybe you can find some of my cutesy framing language helpful, even though, oftentimes, it comes across as advice from me, as a licensed medical professional or licensed therapist or licensed mental health professional (again, seriously, of which, I am not).