A review by sandra_goodson
The Glass Eye: A Memoir by Jeannie Vanasco

2.0

I guess I have a problem with books written from the point of view of someone suffering from mental illness. They seem self indulgent. The parents probably did Jeannie Vanasco a disservice by naming her after a dead sister but by the same token I don't understand her obsession with the dead sister. Reading about someone suffering from mental illness can get tedious. It's like listening to someone tell you about a dream. The outsider doesn't always understand the significance of certain details.

whatever... hopefully the author was able to work through her problems while writing this book and more importantly, move on with her own life.