I just finished reading her new memoir All the Way to the River, about the last few months of her partner’s life. I’ve never read so much harm done to another person dressed up as another in a long line of apparent spiritual awakenings, even as someone is dying horribly she manages to make it catastrophically self-obsessed and some of the stuff she’s so ‘bravely’ admitting to is pathologically messed up. Did anyone else read it and have the same reaction like they were reading the word salad of a total narcissist? It was an almost visceral dislike and I so rarely have that feeling.
Also apparently not being on HRT is part of her new Sobriety which i find so patronising towards actual sober addicts. Ugh.