A review by amychunks
Help by Simon Amstell

5.0

For the first time in about six years I’ve read a book in one sitting (bar my studious course cramming) and the nature of this is hardly surprising. An Amstell lover being alone enough to read a book in its entirety without being interrupted, what a dud and predictable incident.
Amstell has expanded his paradox of crippling shyness and ruthless, unflattering honesty which forces me to look in on myself more. Like many people who have suffered long term with a treatable yet enduring disease, there is the frustration that we as humans are unable to listen to ourselves. I’ve found a book which warns you about the intricate dangers of love and paramount importance of self acceptance which is rung off with the Beatles echo from his ayahuasca not-trip that love is all you need. Which feels pretty shitty when you’ve been alone all day and have dragged yourself through your own childhood and heartbreaks