Caitlin is convinced she's going to die.
Two years ago she was a normal twenty-something with a blossoming career and a plan to go travelling with her bestfriend, until a fatal car accident left her with a deep, unshakeable understanding that she's only alive by mistake.
She deals with these thoughts by throwing herself into work, self-medicating with alcohol, and attending a support group for people with death-related anxiety, informally known as The Morbids.
But when her best friend announces she's getting married in Bali, and she meets a handsome doctor named Tom, Caitlin must overcome her fear of death and learn to start living again.
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A moving reminder of the power in human connection, the true value of friendship, and the enduring gift of kindness. - Jessalyn (QBD)
Guest, 17/09/2020
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You know those eyes that watch you after you turn off all the lights in the house? That’s a murderer.
That faint crackling sound you hear while you’re lying in bed waiting for sleep to take you? That’s the candle you don’t remember lighting, you must’ve left it burning because now the curtains are engulfed.
You know that car accident you were in a few years ago, where the driver was killed? That was your fault, and you should’ve died as well.
We all have those anxious Thoughts that we just dispel because they’re silly or unreasonable but for The Morbids, they’ve got them on repeat with back up Thoughts to go with our Thoughts. And then extra features for those Thoughts.
This incredibly vivid and Thought-provoking book revolves around Caitlin, who was convinced that, after being involved in a fatal car accident that had her miraculously walk away basically unscathed, she was marked for death. Can see it’s inevitability in every move she makes. Deems everything as meaningless and ‘only temporary’, because what’s to live for if you’re only going to die?
But does this make you afraid of death, or afraid to truly live?
Ewa Ramsey’s beautifully gritty, confronting masterpiece puts you in the driver’s seat of a hopelessly anxious brain, and takes away the steering wheel. - Hannah (QBD)
Guest, 04/08/2020
