I loved this book for two reasons.
1. I love reading accounts of being in mental hospitals, comparing how things were to how things are today.
2. I really related to this book. I don't have the same illness as Susanna (I'm bipolar) but the way the book is written, the fragmentation of thoughts/ideas resonates with my own thinking at times. Several times during the book I found myself nodding my head in agreement as if we were trading war stories over a coffee.
I can see why someone who didn't have a mental illness would dislike the book but I hope that by giving a small insight as to what it can be like a glimmer of understanding can spark, and the divide between the 'crazies' and the 'non-crazies' might close just a little.