The book on top of that pile is Pride and Prejudice, the Dover Thrift Edition. They all have two hundred and seventy-two pages. To the left is another pile of six books. Two hundred and twenty-eight pages exactly. Its corner is now ever so slightly out of line with the five books beneath it. The blackbird is unperturbed, but it pales into insignificance as my eyes home in on my copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray. It crashes against the glass then plops on to my window ledge, catching a pile of books as it dies a deflated death on my bedroom floor. I pick up my pillow and lob it at the window. It stops chirping, turns its tiny head, and looks at me. The point is it can fly away whenever it wants. It’s hopping back and forth, wings spread and flapping, but has zero intention of taking off. I’m going to kill the damn blackbird sitting on my windowsill, chirping and squeaking at the top of its lungs. I’m so grateful for all your support and encouragement, for all the hugs and late night cups of coffee. Thank you for helping me find my brave, for showing me strength when adversity was overwhelming, and for always reminding me to breathe.
It’s about how there is always hope – and always love. This brilliant and important novel by Louise Gornall is about being trapped in your head, in your house and in yourself. We’ve all either suffered ourselves or known someone in torment, and yet preconceptions are so hard to overcome. Everyone has been affected by mental illness. Just pull yourself together! I mean, it’s all in your head.
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