I’m a huge a fan of this woman. First discovered her work with her fourth novel, The Party. Have since worked through her backlist and then of course have listened in awe at the podcast series “how to fail” which this books takes its inspiration from.
This book though is more than an accompaniment to the podcast. It’s more memoir than self help. And far more personal, honest and raw than I was expecting from the outset. Chapters on relationships and babies brought me to tears, yet at other times I was smiling and laughing and nodding in agreement with Days wisdom.
Felt I’d been granted access to a life in a similar way to Maggie O Farrells I am, I am, I am. Revealing to a point, but without feeling like a voyeur.
I wish there’d been writers like Elizabeth around when I was a teen. Maybe I’d have failed less! But then, as she absolutely demonstrates failures are a necessary part of our life which allow us to become our true selves.