I was hesitant to read this book, as the author is a former alcoholic and I didn’t think I’d be able to relate to that extreme. I was so wrong. I would recommend this book to anyone who has asked themselves, “Why do I drink?” or “Would my life be better, sober?”
The deeper I read, the deeper I fell into introspect of my relationship with drinking.
While Catherine does describe the trenches of full-blown alcoholism in the beginning/middle, I felt like it was a necessary predicate to the joys she encounters in her sobriety. Once she quits drinking, she realizes she was never really a party girl in the first place— that initially she drank as a way to seem fun, a way to feel falsely accepted, funny, confident, and sexy - when in reality, alcohol was creating a fabricated sense of these things, turning down the crispness of real life, real emotions, real her. Drinking didn’t make her into the qualities she wanted, it only made her feel like it did, temporarily.
I love the Catherine who “appreciates the world with childlike wonder and a wiser perspective,” who leaves situations she doesn’t want to be a part of, who dances in public when she wants to, and who trusts herself wholeheartedly. All of which she owes to her sobriety.
The biggest theoretical fist pump moment for me was when she said something (and I can’t find the exact quote) along the lines of:
“Drinking blurs the edges, dulls the senses, and makes you feel like your experiencing in black-and-white. Sober feels like you’re living every moment in high-definition.” FUCK.
Another one I love is:
“We're not meant to drink, despite what the world tries to tell us. We're meant to eat, exercise, shag, sleep, love people, stroke animals and drink things that hydrate us rather than dehydrate us.”
So many good quotes in this book, I could go on and ON.
This is one of the most provoking (in the best way) books I’ve read in a really long time and without a doubt, one I’ll come back to.