This is the best Freida McFadden I have read so far. It’s even funny in parts. It’s about a female dermatologist cat lady who gets shot in the head and suffers brain damage. There’s an evil husband and a noble, sweet suitor, and even a brave smart kitty named Kitty. There are fascinating descriptions of rehab activities for people with brain damage.
No, really, it reads great. I learned a lot about brain damage. And I promise, I’m not trying to make it sound boring on purpose. This isn’t remotely a boring book.
The novel also has a good overarching idea which is that if you are messed in the head psychologically, that’s worse than having half of your actual brain blown off. The female dermatologist is a ball of neurotic self-esteem issues long before the brain injury. She suffers from the permanently bitten ego that so many women drag around. It’s the exact opposite type of womanhood from mine, and it fascinates me to observe it. I have no idea what makes many women so obsessed with finding imperfections in themselves and organizing their lives around feeling bad about those imperfections.
A very entertaining novel. A perfect book to slide into the autumn.
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