I'm a well read grad student who's bluntly honest about all things, although I try to be most honest about myself.
May have to book hop again. Between the fact that the main character has bipolar, the issue with someone reaming me out for asking if Williams' had bipolar, and the fact that I just found out he has Parkinsons which can make your emotions all wonky, and causes depression, I'm just about to cry reading this.
I felt like crying all through An Unquiet Mind - brilliant book, hopeful, and still. This is just... sad so far, though. And it's making me question how closely artistic talent and madness are tied together, and that question has frightening implications for me if the answer is, 'they're very closely tied together.' So I want to cry because the main character decided not to take his pills, is going downhill, it's scaring me, it reminds me that I lost a friend over something that ended up being a completely reasonable question, and the fact that it reminds me of a recent death that I've not yet quite come to terms with for various reasons, the most important - and biggest one - being that it was simply a tragic death. Yeah, I think I'm book hopping for the moment.
I'm not crazy, crazy about the art, but it's decent. The main problem I have so far is that it's kind of varied - some is better than other bits - which takes me out of the story. (This can be done brilliantly, varied art - but only if the quality is relatively equal in quality. See Kabuki, which is brilliant. The problem here is I feel as if the quality varies, just enough for me to notice, and take me out of the story.)
I feel like the story itself is building up to something interesting, but I cringe each time I open up this book. Yeah, time for something that doesn't make me feel quite so sad, right?