The first 60 pages or so of this were so horribly pretentious I almost gave up - and you know there are problems if moi finds something pretentious. But it was worth persevering with this one as it turned out to be much more than it was - a study, in some ways, of living with a mental health condition and loving someone with a mental health condition. There were some sharp insights about depression that I found oddly comforting, so much so that I can forgive the cheese-laden ending.