The Shock of the Fall – Nathan Filer

I said I recently started a new job working as an assistant to a literary agent and at the wonderful Goldsboro Books. This is both thrilling and exhausting. Being surrounded by all these books is becoming detrimental to my health – mental and physical. The late nights spent reading, unable to stop (because of enjoyment yet also the knowledge of the sheer volume that I need to get through) and then of course the decisions. So many options, all looking so good, which to go for?

This is what I pondered as I stared at the shelves, trying to decide on what my first purchase would be from the shop; what my premier signed first edition would be. I was a week into the job and of course by now had had a chance to become vaguely familiar with the array of titles on offer, but there was one that had kept catching my eye. Firstly it was the jacket. I picked it up for the first time, and I remember thinking what a nice cover it was. I moved the book and picked up the next as all I was doing was sending them out to lucky customers. Then I came across it again and just as before it stood out, so I opened it up to take a look at what lay inside. I’ll in fact write some of it here so maybe you’ll see what I mean:

There are books you can’t stop reading, which keep you up all night.

There are books which let us into the hidden parts of life and make them vividly real.

There are books which, because of the sheer skill with which every word is chosen, linger in your mind for days.

The Shock of the Fall is all of these books.

My point is, I was already hooked. It didn’t tell me anything. I was none the wiser as to what this book was about but I knew I had to read it. There were only blurbs on the back, three selected quotes with one thing in common – the word ‘Stunning.’ It was then that as I looked at those shelves and this memory came back that I knew of course it was what I needed to buy.

I started the book the next day (Saturday) and immediately it didn’t disappoint. I was hooked more still from the very first page. But, not being a massive book, I didn’t want to destroy it in a day or two as is so often the case with great books. I limited myself to the first 40 pages during that day. A day and 240 pages later on the Sunday I was done and it is absolutely brilliant. Recently I loved World War Z, I might have even said it was the best book I’d read recently and I don’t want to appear fickle, but this really was.

I was so absorbed in this book and it was so well written I just couldn’t put it down. It comes from the perspective of a highly unreliable narrator, who as the story develops, allows certain things about him to be known so that we realise he obviously has some kind of issues. I won’t say more other than it deals with mental health. That was what I loved, and in general do love in books, not knowing what was really going on, whether what the narrator was revealing to us was true or false. Him even saying that he couldn’t really remember just made it that more obvious that this whole story could be nothing like what we were being told. It all unfolds so cleverly, a testament to the amazing writing from debut author Nathan Filer, who I might add is obviously a very nice guy, mid way through I began to exchange a series of tweets with him about the book, and his recognition of the tweets and his replies showed a true appreciation of my comments.

                As I’ve implied, the less you know the better. I never tried to find any of the story out before I read it and that was one of the reasons it was so bloody intriguing – not knowing the story. My only other research on it was a quick Amazon search which revealed a 5 star rating and of course was another reason why it was such an easy decision to make to buy it. Not a single part of this book disappointed me, I loved it all. It is such a cleverly written novel covering a sensitive subject. I’d be the first to admit I have a very limited knowledge on mental health problems but it feels so authentic; no doubt due to the fact the author is also a registered mental health nurse.

I am a huge fan of quirky and clever narrative voices. But I am also the first to admit that they don’t always work. This does. As the narrator writes in different moods this is transferred to the page giving it a stream of consciousness-like feel. Little touches like the font changing as he writes from different places give it that authenticity and make us really believe there is a guy sitting at a computer telling his story as he remembers it. It is funny, moving and so believable.

For once, the hype from the publisher really does live up to expectations with this book. I couldn’t recommend it more, it really is brilliant. I very much hope the author continues to write more of the sort as there is surely an exciting future ahead.

For fear of repeating the seemingly publisher chosen word to stand alongside the book – It is stunning.


Click here to buy a signed, lined, and dated first edition from Goldsboro Books

World War Z – Max Brooks


If you’re anything like me then the notion of a ‘zombie novel’ is one to be quashed at the first moment of hearing. How can something like that have any literary importance, or be well-written and in the slightest bit original? But then I started hearing more and more things about this one, one which was actually good – better than good, really good. As misguided as it may be, it was a long time ago now when the first announcements came of a film adaptation with Brad Pitt, that I actually became excited about both the film and book. Ashamedly I have only now just got round to reading the book, just before the film is released (as obviously book must be read before film seen). And the results…


Forget any preconceptions you might have about the genre as this is so much more than a book about zombies. This is about how the world handled a zombie invasion, something brought terrifyingly to life in Max Brooks’ world, and the impact of such an invasion on humanity. Whilst containing scenes of vivid and disturbing action, the book delves into the emotions of the humans caught up in this war and the terrible effects it had on them.


Before I go any further I should tell you the book’s style. The whole story is retold through a series of interviews with a range of different people, from different parts of the world. The chapters are broken up into stages of the invasion, starting with the preliminary stages as the outbreak started and people slowly began to take notice, and moving through to retaliation, total war and the rebuilding process for a broken civilisation. It explores the decisions that were made to deal with the situation at hand, and the rationalities behind them; the extremities that governments were forced to go to in order to neutralise insurmountable threat (this includes decisions which included collateral loss)

The book is enthralling from start until finish – so much so that you will actually believe that there is a zombie invasion going on around you. I found myself getting confused watching the news and tv programmes, expecting to hear the latest developments, or a zombie burst onto screen and tear someone apart. That is how real the world Brooks creates is. As absurd as it may sound, everything and every action is so believable, which is why you can so easily confuse it with our own world. Whether it’s the nuclear warfare reactions between certain countries or the different tactics used by each country, you believe it. And in the aftermath, the camps of refugees and the emergence of unexpected countries and currencies; as out of the ordinary it is, it is so natural in its place not once can you question it.


It’s the exploration of humanity and the depths it has to plunge to that makes this book so captivating, mixed in with the terrible action and violence. Hearing people’s own personal stories of the invasion, allowing us so many perspectives on the heartbreak and problems, make the book impossible to put down. You just have to know what happens next.

In short, the book isn’t about the zombies, it’s about us. It’s about humanity. And it’s about the lengths people will go to in order to survive. It’s a win-win situation; if you already love zombie type stuff then here’s your bible. And if you don’t, then you’ll still fucking love this because it’s bloody awesome.


(Which reminds me, I said I was excited about the film…but having read the book I have no idea how they’ve made this into a film, it’s impossible. There’s no one storyline or lead character, anything needed for the plot to a coherent film. Obviously they’ve made it from one person’s perspective but that destroys the whole point of the book, so how this can even really be called World War Z is a mystery to me. I will now still watch the film, however I dread to see the mess they’ve made of such an original take on a worn-out genre.)

You can buy it from Amazon, of course, but I’m not going to link it. Go find it at your nearest independent. We don’t like Amazon.

The Unknowns – Gabriel Roth

I’m telling you straight up, this post will be short. Not because I can’t be bothered to cover the book properly or anything like that but for the simple reason, I just don’t think it’s worth the time of day.


                The potential was there – the reviews decent enough, the comment from Sebastian Faulks, ‘Fast, funny, full of snappy dialogue, and never losing its poise. Gabriel Roth is a find.’ Even the the book itself was a good looking one and I won’t lie, I was looking forward to it, and maybe unearthing a new favourite author. Unfortunately I didn’t.

It started strongly, but I suppose every book does in its own way, and I got into it pretty quickly. The first chapter captivated me and I rushed on, even more hopeful. However it wasn’t much later that I felt my attention begin to waver. The overly neurotic lead character annoyed me. Now I know such a person probably does think like this but to see it on the page in such a way about ridiculous things just didn’t seem right to me, and instead of sympathising with him I just got angry.

It wasn’t just him who annoyed me, pretty much all the characters did. None of them felt real, whether it was the lead and his supposed millionaire status (this just seemed ridiculous all the way through as he would keep saying things like ‘when should I tell her I’m rich), his reporter girlfriend, or the recently ‘out’ lesbian Cynthia. It all felt caricatured and stereotyped.

Gabe Roth

In the end I was left wholly unsatisfied, rushing through the second half just so I could move on to the next, and hopefully better read. Promises made on the cover (‘Will our hero be driven to uncover the whole truth about his lover – or will they continue in bliss and wonder?’) were not kept and to be honest nothing really happened. Actually the word ‘hero’ there is absolutely ridiculous. And then it just ends. The ‘climax’ is reached and the book is suddenly over. It’s not that it prematurely ejaculates; more that it never even gets the chance to get close enough to pussy to even have the chance. For that to happen you need to be turned on, and this just won’t get you there.

Rant over.

Move on.


(P.S. I know it says I’m currently reading World War Z and that review is just around the corner but I’m just waiting on my copy to come back so I can check a few details before posting…)

Notes of a Dirty Old Man – Charles Bukowski

To Funky Bukowski

I call you funky Bukowski, because

I think you’re nasty

Don’t get mad, cause, I like your

Nasty – it makes me hot to read

About; you looking up ladies dresses

Or jacking-off in elevators or sniffing drawers – to get


Now I know you’re wondering who

This is writing you. Well I’ll tell

You who I am, nice and clear

 So there’ll be no mistake

In pointing me out. I’m the clean

Smooth cunt you think about

When you fuck those discharging wrinkled

Pussies, I’m the lady who sits

Down the row from you in the all night

Movies, and watches you cum and cum

In your jacket pocket, and I slowly hike

My skirt up, hoping you’ll look at my thighs

As you – get up to go wipe your hands, I call

It long dis-stance sex. But I love it

I love the feel of your heavy breathing on the

Back of my neck as you try poke your

Fingers in my asshole through the crack

In the seat; now you’re thinking, (it sounds

Nice, but I don’t remember you.) but from

Now on you will/think of me/and after all –

That’s what I wanted any way. My nasty

Man –


This poem, a column from Notes of a Dirty Old Man, is Bukowski through and through. Bold, beautiful and downright crude. The book is a collection of his columns from an underground LA newspaper and along with this short extract, they epitomise his gritty style that his fans adore him for. No one can write direct prose quite like Bukowski, his novels are for me near perfect, about nothing and everything; the tale of an alcoholic bum’s life. These stories are no different, although in much shorter form and with no continuing narrative due to it just being a collection, they are still written as himself or his alter-ego, Henry Chinaski. The tales are familiar; stories of fighting, women, booze and general low life behaviour. But the charm which Bukowski somehow manages to convey even when describing in graphic and disturbing detail and language is ever present. No matter how much he may disgust you at times you can never root against him in his battle against normal life and its inhabitants. His chilling realism is refreshing to read when sided alongside other fictional writers trying to present an alternate realityto the one we really live in. Bukowski makes no excuses, he hides nothing.


It is plastered all over most of his books, Time magazine describing him as ‘a laureate of American low life.’ Others have said ‘A professional disturber of the peace.’ It couldn’t be truer and it drives me mad that the average reader will not have heard of Bukowski. Whether it’s poetry, short stories or novels you’re interested in, Bukowski wrote and excelled in them all. As big of a call as it may be, he is my favourite writer, and everyone should be reading him.

Still I Rise – Maya Angelou

Here is one of my favourite, and one of the most inspirational poems I know…

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don’t you take it awful hard

‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I’ve got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise. 

Skippy Dies – Paul Murray

This review is not only the hardest I have had to do because of the books length, but also because it concerns the best book I have reviewed so far, and I want to do it justice. That is not to take anything away from those other books that I have genuinely enjoyed, but as far as plot, originality and writing skills go, there can be no comparison to Paul Murray’s wonderful, Skippy Dies.

The book was longlisted for the Man Booker Prize 2010 and shortlisted for the 2010 Costa Novel Award, justifiably so. Well perhaps it did not gain full justification for how great it is; I have not read all the other books in the categories, but for it to not have been a winner there must have been some impressive opposition. It is set in a prestigious Catholic Irish boarding school called Seabrook College and primarily follows the lives of best friends, Daniel ‘Skippy’ Juster and Ruprecht Van Moren. The catch being that the novel opens with Skippy and Ruprecht having a doughnut eating contest, when Skippy drops off his chair and, not choking, dies whilst writing on the floor in doughnut jam ‘Tell Lori.’


Rewinding, the Seabrook story is unravelled through the eyes of countless characters, who Murray flits in between seamlessly, sometimes between paragraphs let alone chapters. This is not confined to children either, the story flows in other directions as we see events through the eyes of teachers like Howard ‘the coward’ and the mysterious Father Green,  whose own backstory’s are as intriguing as the plot itself; Howard’s past interwoven in the tale. Having gone to a Catholic boarding school in England myself, also run by monks, there are interesting similarities to be drawn from this book – good and bad- and so anyone in the same position should find this equally as interesting.

As I’ve reached the topic I’ll continue. One of the reasons the book works so well is each character’s backstory is explored and developed so well that we really understand and appreciate their emotional state, and the reasoning behind any actions they might take. Murray leaves no stone uncovered as he reveals his characters’ pasts, family lives, and current issues. It allows us to begin to understand what each character is going through so that we aren’t left wondering why they are doing what they do.

Murray’s writing itself is excellent, thorough and stylish. He at once can be comic and tragic, tender when explaining life’s harshities, and downright dark. This is also where he succeeds so well; his ability to capture the teenage chat and banter. It would be easy for the dialogue between the group of boys to feel fake and contrived but this is never the case. At times it is carefree and loose but when he is delving into the darker parts, exploring drugs and prescription pill problems, it is hard and unforgiving.  As is the book itself and its subject matter, some of the issues are very sensitive and the boldness with which Murray tackles them is commendable. It is plastered all over the book and any reviews written how funny yet tragic the book is and I’m just the next person to say it, but it really has to be said. It can be hilarious and tear wrenching. The format he uses is also daring, and it works.  It is a risk to give the game away in your title and first chapter that the main character dies, but he executes the plot so well around it that you almost forget what is coming. But not quite… Knowing all the way through what devastation is waiting is very sad, because all the efforts and problems Skippy has are ultimately in vein, or simply unimportant.

Having earlier used Howard as an example praising Murray, to be slightly critical, for me it was when his problems and life were being explored that the book lost some of its pace, especially towards the end. I found him to be the hardest character to engage with and couldn’t find myself caring for him. That said, his character arc is very good… The same goes for Ruprecht, even though he is a main character and essential to the plot, I never really engaged with him as much as some other characters. However when his scientific experimenting is in full swing, it is jovial and shows the boys’ teenage camaraderie very well. But because there are so many characters, you are able to find your favourites and welcome it when the chapter concerns them; though admittedly it can be annoying having to wait for your favourite character to get a go.

Length is always going to be a discussed issue here too. At 660 pages it is not a quick, light read, but that shouldn’t put you off because it really is so brilliantly written. Sure, it could have done with 100 pages being knocked off but I suppose that would have compromised the books integrity to an extent. And I have read that Murray’s initial draft came in at about 1000 pages so we should be grateful that much got chopped off anyway. Once you get into it, the length won’t really come into your mind so just get into it and immerse yourself in the brilliantly created world of Seabrook. I’ll definitely be checking out more of Paul Murray, but for now, if you have the time and willpower, I really recommend this for anyone looking for some high grade modern fiction


You can buy it from Amazon here

Charles Bukowski – Dinosauria, We

I’m not cheating I’m just posting a poem by one of, if not the best, writers of the 2oth Century….


Born like this
Into this
As the chalk faces smile
As Mrs. Death laughs
As the elevators break
As political landscapes dissolve
As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree
As the oily fish spit out their oily prey
As the sun is masked
We are
Born like this
Into this
Into these carefully mad wars
Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
Into bars where people no longer speak to each other
Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings
Born into this
Into hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die
Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty
Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes
Born into this
Walking and living through this
Dying because of this
Muted because of this
Because of this
Fooled by this
Used by this
Pissed on by this
Made crazy and sick by this
Made violent
Made inhuman
By this
The heart is blackened
The fingers reach for the throat
The gun
The knife
The bomb
The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god
The fingers reach for the bottle
The pill
The powder
We are born into this sorrowful deadliness
We are born into a government 60 years in debt
That soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt
And the banks will burn
Money will be useless
There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets
It will be guns and roving mobs
Land will be useless
Food will become a diminishing return
Nuclear power will be taken over by the many
Explosions will continually shake the earth
Radiated robot men will stalk each other
The rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms
Dante’s Inferno will be made to look like a children’s playground
The sun will not be seen and it will always be night
Trees will die
All vegetation will die
Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men
The sea will be poisoned
The lakes and rivers will vanish
Rain will be the new gold
The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind
The last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases
And the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition
The petering out of supplies
The natural effect of general decay
And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard
Born out of that.
The sun still hidden there
Awaiting the next chapter.

Big Sur – Jack Kerouac

I know, another Kerouac review. But I did give fair warning… And his collection is one which deserves careful consideration, as I’ve said before there is so much more to Jack Kerouac than On The Road. In fact, know anything about Kerouac and you’ll know that it was On The Road that ruined the man, left him unable to leave the house because of his fame and unwanted title ‘King of the Beats.’ But this was never something he wanted, all he ever wanted was to be a great American novelist and here we arrive at the point in Kerouac’s life when he escapes to Big Sur, running from the world, and lost in a sea of depression and alcoholism.

The last Kerouac book I read being Desolation Angels, I was very saddened by the change in nature of the man from the free spirited individual travelling across America in On the Road. It was very clear that depression was beginning to take hold of him and it was upsetting to read about. What I had no idea was how much worse it would get. Big Sur is Kerouac struggling to stay alive and function in simple human capacities he is so badly in the grip of depression. I don’t say this lightly but it is one of the saddest books I have ever read. And this is certainly because it is real, it is not a sad fictional story but a true tale of a man battling with severe problems. This poignant passage sadly shows the extent of his daily problems:

‘Any drinker knows how the process works: the first day you get drunk is okay, the morning after means a big head but so you can kill that easy with a few more drinks and a meal, but if you pass up the meal and go on to another night’s drunk, and wake up to keep the toot going, and continue on to the fourth day, there’ll come one day when the drinks wont take effect because you’re chemically over-loaded and you’ll have to sleep it off but cant sleep any more because it was alcohol itself that made you sleep those last five nights, so delirium sets in – Sleeplessness, sweat, trembling, a groaning feeling of weakness where your arms are numb and useless, nightmares, (nightmares of death) …’

jack kerouac

There is more though and it is gets worse. Kerouac feels like ‘a silly stranger goofing with other strangers for no reason far away from anything that ever mattered to me whatever that was.’ The only way for him to restore any balance to his life is through drinking because ‘I begin to feel extremely low as soon as last night’s alcohol wears off.’ Even the alcohol which he believes to be saving him cannot, he is at such turmoil with himself that he suffers paranoia and hallucinations rendering him unable to have serious personal relationships. All the woman he has a ‘relationship’ with during the book wants to do is settle down and marry him but he is unable to provide anything more than the odd sexual encounter surrounded by episodes of severe hopelessness.

In terms of adventure there is not much to this book, so if you are looking for On The Road style thrills this is not the one for you. However if you want to delve deep into the psyche of the troubled man it will no doubt fascinate you. The one constant is the relationship with Cody (Neal Cassady) which remains strong, and although Kerouac may be at war with himself his adulation of Cody remains (mostly); perfectly demonstrated as he surprises Kerouac and ‘suddenly, boom, the door of the cabin is flung open with a loud crash and a sudden burst of sunlight illuminates the room and I see an Angel standing arm outstretched in the door! – It’s Cody!’

Kerouac (1)

Hints of classic Kerouac remain, but on the whole I feel this book to be more of a collector’s item, one which the fanatic should read but not the wannabe hipster longing to join in on conversations above your head. If this is you, then look elsewhere in the collection.

★★★★ Click here to buy Big Sur from Amazon

Christopher Dorner – Will We Ever Know The Truth?

Christopher Dorner – Will We Ever Know The Truth?

Though it may be a little off my usual topic here is a link to an article I wrote on the recent Christopher Dorner situation. I wrote if for the website , a new website aiming to create an environment where discrimination can be openly probed and discussed, studied and examined to give the public a greater understanding of discrimination and the issues that surround it. Please give it a read and support the website as it is a great cause.

Silver Linings Playbook – Matthew Quick

Silver Linings Playbook is a strange one. It has been widely publicised recently with it being awards season in the film industry and the buzz that surrounded the adaptation; this has all culminated in a best actress Oscar for Jennifer Lawrence a few days ago. But I admit to being unaware of its existence as a book before I saw the film which in itself is a bit of an oddity as something like this would not usually have escaped my grasp.

 We all know the usual train of thought; the film is never as good as the book. But maybe it was because I saw the film first, or maybe it is a personal preference, but I’m going to come out and say it immediately. I preferred the film. That is not to say it is not a good book. I enjoyed the book but it just didn’t have the wit and impact of the excellent film. Whether that is down to the brilliant acting in the film, or the less than perfect book is anyone’s decision, but I am inclined to go down the acting route and also some changes to the story which made for a better viewing experience and storyline.


 Anyway the book, it is the story of Pat Peoples, mentally unstable and trying to start his life fresh having been let out of a mental facility. His driving force in his aim to get his life back on track is the knowledge of reconciliation with his estranged wife Nikki, however although this drives everything he does, we immediately know that he is never getting back with her. Pat is not so enlightened though and spends the whole book trying to improve in order to win her back. The story focuses on his relationship with the equally unstable Tiffany who is his best friends’ sister in law. I won’t give any more away, it is up to you to either watch the film or read the book now.

 He is a complex character, a man who has obviously made many mistakes in his life leading up to this point. He obviously did not treat his wife well before ‘apart time’ and now he is trying his best to ‘be kind instead of right,’ even though what he thinks is being kind is really just being normal. His social graces are not good and normal life is a struggle for him to contain his character. His reactions are dictated by how he is treated, for example when his mother is nice to him, he reciprocates this by eating all of his pills without fuss. The same as how he has a great relationship with his therapist Cliff, who treats him as an equal and it brings the best out of him.


The main plot is of course the developing friendship between Pat and Tiffany and how they help each other to overcome their personal problems. Essentially this is a mentally unstable love story but for me it is too obvious and contrived. It is too convenient. Of course there are countless stories where you know the two protagonists are going to end up together but to have two women involved from the word go and to also know from the word go which one he is going to end up with is slightly tedious when you have to get through nearly 300 pages before what you already knew is confirmed. Even if the woman he is going to end up with is completely crazy and has psychopathic-like tendencies you know she will be the one because that’s the type of tale it is. However there are other interesting relationships in the book. In fact every relationship that Pat has is scrutinised to some extent; the relationships with his father, brother, best friend. This is well executed by Matthew Quick as it gives us more insight into Pat’s mind as we see the struggles he has with different people and how he attempts to overcome them.  

I see this review sounds fairly critical but to be fair the book is not bad by any standards. It is well written and on a sensitive subject. There are some creative ideas in it, like an exchange of letters which drives the plot in a non traditional manner. I think the story was there, but in my opinion just not fully realised. The minds who have adapted it for the screen did a terrific job of bringing what was there to life. Like I said though I saw the film first and it could well explain my issues with the book, so to conclude I’d have to say if you’ve already seen the film then you’re not missing much by not having read the book. This is what makes me think that maybe there’s a reason I hadn’t heard of the book before the film was made. However if you haven’t seen the film yet, give the book a go and let me know what you think from the other way round, I’d be interested to know.

★★★  Click here to buy Silver Linings Playbook from Amazon

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