The Empty Room

Emptiness wasn't empty at all; it was a thick block of solid no sound, no-presence. An empty room was filled with all the things that weren't in it. A person could drown in silence.

Such a devastating read about a single day in the downward spiral of a middle-aged, alcoholic woman. My overriding thought is that if absolutely any of the inspiration for this book came from the author's own personal experience, I really hope she's in a better place now and writing this story helped her. The writing itself suffered from feeling slightly forced and stilted in places, but it felt like an honest, realistic portrayal of alcoholism and it hurts to think that so many people have been through such an experience.