"I will never be someone that is effortlessly good. It'll always be hard work for me. And I'm not that strong."

Jane is eighteen, pregnant, and one confused girl. A pizza-delivery driver, she becomes obsessed with a customer as she slowly unravels.

I did not enjoy reading this book. It was not the right time for me to be reading a book about depression. At times the narrative seemed pointless and other times it made me angry. Then I got to the end and sobbed like a baby so obviously Frazier did something right. I can't remember the last time I cried like that, maybe at the end of Pachinko. I read so many books that evoking that sort of emotion in me takes some serious plucking.