The Color Purple nearly made me cry. I generally don't bring politics into my book reviews, but I share something in common with Donald Trump. I haven't cried since childhood. When Trump came forward with this, pundits said it was a weakness and posted pictures of Obama in tears. I'm also bipolar. It's controlled by medication, but I've been awake pretty much since 10:30 PM last night, I'm talking to three people, I'm listening to an audiobook, and I'm writing this review. Can you spell "hypomanic episode?"
The last time I genuinely thought I was going to cry was when I was in India in 1995. I was 22, unmedicated, and just beginning to suffer bipolar disorder. I won't go into what made me so sad, but I was walking down a street in Orissa, and I felt the overwhelming need to cry. Thinking that people would stare at me for walking down a street and crying, I decided to wait until I got to my hotel room to let the tears flow. When I got to the hotel room, I simply giggled a little while my eyes got a teensy bit wet, not to the point of tears.
Anyway, that's what this book was like.
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