Amanda’s Reviews > Feversong > Status Update

"I was 10 when I realized you couldn't yield even an ounce of your essential self for any reason. Good people didn't turn bad overnight. It happened from the accumulation of many small compromises, sacrifices, and losses. Small, consistent erosions turn into landslides in time."

It occurred to me, while lying on the floor, that grief’s drink recipe is two parts tribute to the person you loved and four parts feeling sorry for yourself because you lost them. Or, in the case of Jo and the others, four parts extreme self-loathing. Either way , grief was self-indulgent (snip)