Nina is (not) OK - Shappi Khorsandi
I've spend ages laughing at Shappi Khorsandi on stage - and now I've spent an afternoon crying over her prose.
At breakfast on holiday, I was offered a delightful mimosa. Refreshing, relaxing, and not a million miles away from the titular Nina's sneaky swig of vodka in the school toilets.
What is it which drives people to act against their best interests? Are our self-destructive habits inherited or learned?
This book is painfully funny and completely devastating. It absolutely haunted me and caused me no end of internal arguments about whether I agreed with some of the characters' actions.
Not for the faint-hearted, but a wonderfully observed tale.