Any memoir is a form of double-entry book-keeping, in which what has been lost is reckoned against what has been gained. It’s always easier to fill in the ‘lost’ column, since boasting is discouraged; sadness gets more attention, too, as it’s generally supposed to be more interesting than contentment.
Sophie Ratcliffe includes an actual list of her losses in this wonderful and highly individual book.
Disagree with half of it, enjoy reading all of it
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