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350 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 14, 2018
“Mr. Parkinson is a cruel puppeteer, tugging at invisible strings, making me dance to music that only he can hear.”
“The seasons since then have been like states of grieving. Summer passed in denial and isolation, autumn brought anger, winter blame, and by spring my depression has driven me to seek help.”
“I wish I didn’t care, but I do. I’ve seen a ghost, and that ghost is my father; an oversized man with a heart of stone who once occupied a pedestal, but whose legacy is as fouled and be-shitted as a London statue.”