Dimensions
141 x 211 x 18mm
A hilarious and brutally honest memoir about depression (and awkward massages)
For someone who hates exercise, Kristy Chambers is pretty good at running away. Believing that happiness can be found in other geographical locations, she stalks puffins in Reykjavik, rebuffs mariachi singers in Mexico City, and tries Weasel coffee (don't ask) in Hanoi. With a family history of mental illness that goes back generations and a complicated, long-term relationship with depression, she's not so much an international jetsetter as a loose cannon with a passport.
Joined by the most unreliable travel companion of them all – her mental health – Kristy goes in search of greener grass and finds that if she could only cut her head off, she would probably enjoy travel, and life, 100 per cent of the time (or 95 per cent if you include diarrhoea). Comedy ensues.
