Icky ew.

My housemate recommended this with 'this is so sweet, it will restore your faith in humanity'. I am now reconsidering how much I like my housemate, and will never rely on her for a character reference.

I've read about half of the short stories in this book, and I don't want to read any more. Every short story is a first-person narrative from someone who is desperate, odd, lonely, delusional, and slightly creepy. From the person so in love with her neighbour that she leans her head on his shoulder and goes to sleep (having a lovely dream about how much he loves her) while he's having an epileptic fit - to the desperately needy protagonist of 'something that needs nothing' who runs away with her only friend while they fail to pay the rent and have an on-again-off-again relationship which the other party only half wants.

Don't get me wrong - at our most obsessive/unrequited everyone has probably had some element of these behaviours - but you need to be chemically imbalanced in the first full rush of it all to relate - and a whole book of them is just grueling.

Not a bad writing style - a bit dry for my tastes, but perfectly serviceable - but Oh God the content.