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"I start to get the feeling that something is really wrong. Like all the drugs put together -the lithium, the Prozac, the desipramine, and the Desyrel that I take to sleep at night - can no longer combat what ever it was that was wrong with me in the first place"

These are the opening words of ‘Prozac Nation’ the memoirs of a twenty- something American woman called Elizabeth Wurtzle. In the course of the book you hear of how Wurtzle grew up with her anxious Jewish mother and often absent father. She had an idyllic childhood until the age of eleven when she realised she was failing to live up to the title ‘full of promise’ that had often been bestowed upon her. For then onwards she was on a downward spiral which culminated in a attempted suicide in her early twenties. My favourite part of the book was the final chapter of the book where she has at last found medication that had made her life become bearable and she realises that she is actually looking forward to getting out of bed and facing a day to day life that at one point seemed so out of reach. The very last words of the book are:

"when you’re four years old, it’s cats and dogs that make life worth living. And I kind of think it’s maybey not so different now."
I can honestly say that out of all the books I have read this is the one I have loved most, I have read and re-read this book time and time again and still I am not sick of it. The way she worded her experiances made me feel like she was someone who really understood. For anyone facing depression of any kind I would recommend this book because it really did give me hope that everything could be better.

‘Brutally honest, astutely provocative and often bleakly funny’
Melody Maker

‘(Wurtzle) is smart, she is funny . . .she is thoughtful and . . . she is very, very brave. Wurtzle portrays from the inside out an emotional life perpetually outrunning the relentless pursuit of what she describes as a black wave . . .’
Vanity Fair

‘Sylvia Plath with the ego of Madonna’
New York Times Book review

‘A powerful portrait of one girl’s journey through the purgatory of depression and back . . .wrenching and comical, self-indulgent and self-aware, Prozac Nation possesses the raw candor of Joan Didion’s essays, the irritating exhibitionism of Sylvia Plath’s ‘The Bell Jar’ and the wry dark humour of a Bob Dylan song’
New York Times

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