This surprisingly humorous memoir chronicles Rajamani’s physical and mental recovery from a massive brain bleed at the age of twenty-five due to a malformation that was buried inside of him since birth. The book touches upon several subjects, among them his motley group therapy sessions, poignant family relationships, his not-so-glamorous career in PR before the incident, and what life was like growing up Indian American in a small, cookie cutter town in the Midwest. Though the sequence of events is at times erratic, with unfinished narratives begging to be resolved, the hurried pace, self-deprecating asides, and hilarious dialogues made this a book I quite literally did not put down from the moment I started reading. It is available through SWAN.