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In recent years, Tati Bernardi has attracted legions of readers with her sly, intelligent, agile, confessional writing style. In this book these traits are all present, all revolving around a commont point: her anxiety. Her first panic attacks, her mania for making lists, her fear of airplane travel, her issues with controlled medications: they all appear filtered through a head feverish with thoughts, trembling hands, lack of air, tachycardia, and above all humor. Tati achieves the alchemy of speaking about a delicate subject, provoking laughter, and yet maintaining a pact of seriousness with the reader. The speed of her phrases echoes a mind in tumult. The clarity of her descriptions cleanly exposes intimate, diffuse sentiments. Her ability to laugh at herself confers on all of this distance, grace and humanity.