So I’m working on the whole self-promotion without self-immolation thing but the best I can do so far is bizarre and a little uncomfortable.
What do YOU think of my new book description?
It was a slow and painful realization that there was something wrong and the ease with which everyone else ignored it made it all the more squiggly to pin down. This is the partially true story of how our culture fails mothers in their most desperate and vulnerable state and how one woman relied on a harmless vice not only to maintain her sanity but to figure out the root of her depression and find the clarity to confront it. With an unreliable narrator and metaphors to make you itch, you too can travel through a postpartum depressive episode, a fiction addiction, and a sweet sharknado of enlightenment and out the other side like a kick in the crotch.
P.S. I can’t find any synonyms for “sharknado” but I’m taking suggestions.