The restless teenager Cora Mowat grows up with her disabled mother in a small house in the Scottish hamlet of Muircross ‘filled with old people and seagulls the size of ironing boards’. It is a place where you can invest your bread with chips out of poverty, you may be happy if your umpteenth stepfather is not the type that sniffs at the swing in the playground and where you are usually around the age of eighteen or drug addicts or at best ‘a good hendrik with a lego -tifling kenneteling’, do not have a too much penny -beamed batched batched batched -up -eating beaded table To the name Tony.
Life must have more in store for her, says Cora. Then a catastrophe happens to her. On her path to the dreamed life as a young adult in Glasgow, with her impulsive actions, she learns lessons about family without a blood band, friendship and men with her impulsive actions.
The copies
In addition, there are ‘the copies’, a stack of papers about ADHD that a school nurse has ever given her. Cora has greater problems than to deal with this attention disorder.
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Her hyperactivity is just one of the storylines in this swirling coming of age, but her explanation of what is happening in her brain is striking. Also for someone with a fairly mild form of ADD, like me.
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What touched me, “It feels like you’re always tired, but you can never rest.” Furthermore, Cora gets energy from the smallest things, but she doesn’t feel like anything. ‘Sometimes when I wake up, I immediately feel all that pressure, as if I have to do everything, that I have to be somewhere to do all those things, somewhere else than where I am at the time. There is no time at all to think quietly. You can’t do one because you are already busy with the following. You turn around in circles. Sometimes it feels like I’m stuck. As if I can’t even take care of myself, my thoughts are paralyzed. ”
The latter – fortunately not too recognizable – sentence -cuts made me even more a cheerleader from Cora in a story that luckily there is one of hope.