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A review by librovermo
My Heart Belongs in an Empty Big Mac Container Buried Beneath the Ocean Floor by Homeless
adventurous
dark
emotional
funny
reflective
5.0
Years ago, I discovered an author whose books I absolutely loved. I found that his books were considered “bizarro,” but when I explored other books within that genre, they didn’t evoke anything close to the same feelings. Eventually, I gave up because my efforts were all in vain.
But finally, I’ve found a book (or, rather, the book’s author found me) that makes me feel the way that author’s work does. My Heart Belongs in an Empty Big Mac Container Buried Beneath the Ocean Floor is exactly what I was looking for ten years ago: unique, surreal, and strange without being weird just for the sake of weird, but also raw, full of heart, and extremely relatable (except for the part that says chunky peanut butter is the kind only sociopaths enjoy 😭). It made me laugh, it made me cry, and it gave me space to reflect on the darkest and most uncomfortable aspects of mental illness. It also has the best title of all time, which is absolutely not up for debate.
Homeless has a really unique writing style. He often (and by often I mean all the time haha) uses amusing similes, which can keep things light during serious moments, so I found myself laughing at times that would be pretty inappropriate in a real life discussion. Daniel is dealing with serious mental health issues. He’s been stalked by sad-looking blue whales that are the personification of depression since he was a child. His life is a mess. And I had to stop reading a couple times because I was laughing too hard. I loved it.
I will never again drive or walk by a McDonalds without thinking of Daniel and the sad-looking blue whales that plagued him throughout his life. My boyfriend enjoys the occasional Big Mac and I can’t look at their containers without thinking of Daniel’s journey.
Thank you Honeless,, for sending me a copy of your book, and for teaching me to embrace my own sad-looking blue whales.
But finally, I’ve found a book (or, rather, the book’s author found me) that makes me feel the way that author’s work does. My Heart Belongs in an Empty Big Mac Container Buried Beneath the Ocean Floor is exactly what I was looking for ten years ago: unique, surreal, and strange without being weird just for the sake of weird, but also raw, full of heart, and extremely relatable (except for the part that says chunky peanut butter is the kind only sociopaths enjoy 😭). It made me laugh, it made me cry, and it gave me space to reflect on the darkest and most uncomfortable aspects of mental illness. It also has the best title of all time, which is absolutely not up for debate.
Homeless has a really unique writing style. He often (and by often I mean all the time haha) uses amusing similes, which can keep things light during serious moments, so I found myself laughing at times that would be pretty inappropriate in a real life discussion. Daniel is dealing with serious mental health issues. He’s been stalked by sad-looking blue whales that are the personification of depression since he was a child. His life is a mess. And I had to stop reading a couple times because I was laughing too hard. I loved it.
I will never again drive or walk by a McDonalds without thinking of Daniel and the sad-looking blue whales that plagued him throughout his life. My boyfriend enjoys the occasional Big Mac and I can’t look at their containers without thinking of Daniel’s journey.
Thank you Honeless,, for sending me a copy of your book, and for teaching me to embrace my own sad-looking blue whales.