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Christie Tate's metaphoric storytelling reads better than 90% of the fiction I've read this year. That being said, this book is weird af. I was into it for the first 100ish pages, but the fervid intensity of her self involvement and creepy questionable “prescriptions” given by her therapist left me wanting in the end. It didn't help that I googled her halfway through the book and discovered her lack of respect for her child's boundaries.

Christie Tate is in pain; Christie Tate doesn't want to live. A friend suggests joining group therapy, and Tate feels like she ought to give it a try.

And that's the beginning of Tate's time in one, then two, and finally three groups for therapy. The pain gets worse before it gets better, but Tate does learn how to change and grow and become a healthier, happier person.