As she is driving home, Meg O'Hara is distracted by the sight of her husband ogling their next door neighbour and a terrible accident ensues. This is America, land of the therapist, but Meg's strategies for coping with her loss had me on the edge of my seat. This little book packs a big punch.
Everyone lives with some tragedy. There's nothing that makes me so special just because I had a shitty childhood and killed my son. If I keep pulling myself up by the bootstraps, I know I'll make it. No more self-pity for me. That's the old Meg. Now I'm Emily.