This is a book about how one introvert tries to understand humanity. It is also about chronic illness, biscuits, tea, strangers, metal, and death. While the previous book in this series was about my war with the seasons, this book is about my trials in trying to relate to people and how I brook the nonsenses of humankind more than it deserves. The world has become a cacophony of complaints, a morbid symphony with too many untuned notes, and though I might not understand why the orchestra plays the way it does, I still listen, trying to decipher some sort of purpose in the upper notes. “Brilliant, hilarious, mordant, lean and mean writing. A master of colorful and witty storytelling, recounting her daily experiences with hysterical attitude and convincing detail… So wonderfully smart and peculiar and uniquely funny.” –Martin Olson, author of Encyclopaedia of Hell “Crackling misanthropy. A brutal but principled perspective that dares to bring literary elegance to that ever-encroaching horror show called existence.” –J. Burrello, author and illustrator of Blinky & Sal