![]() Reading this book was like talking with an old friend, a conversation that ranges from the everyday to extraordinary and back again with the ease and comfort of a mutual understanding born from shared experiences. Seeing that struggle play out on the page, written with such clarity and care, elicited feelings I don’t think I’ll ever have the right words for. So we settle, settle for a life scratching at the edge of a six and claim that’s as good as a ten because we know it could be worse. I know the feeling of wanting to grow but being trapped under so many layers of panic and compensations that it seems impossible. Meredith feels intimately familiar to me. It cuts straight to the heart of what it means to be human without losing any of the nuance and complexity inherent to humanity. MEREDITH, ALONE, like ELEANOR OLIPHANT IS COMPLETELY FINE, is beautiful and funny, honest and earnest, and, in my opinion, close to perfect. ![]()
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