Girl in Pieces — Review

I read this book last year while I was on holiday in Hungary, and now the two are weirdly tangled in my memory — late nights, foreign air, and this story that felt way too close to home. Every time I think about it, I can still feel that heaviness in my chest and hear the bugs outside the window while I stayed up turning page after page.

Girl in Pieces follows Charlotte Davis, a girl who's been through every kind of hell — abuse, addiction, grief, self-harm — and is trying to survive in a world that doesn’t give her a lot to hold onto. What hit me the hardest is that it never tries to romanticize anything. The trauma is real, raw, messy. Charlotte doesn’t make perfect decisions. She f*cks up. She disconnects. She breaks. But you still root for her.

The writing is sparse and fragmented, like thoughts you have when you're barely staying conscious. It makes you feel like you’re right there with her, not as a spectator, but like you’re quietly surviving alongside her.

It’s not an easy read — and if you’re not in a good headspace, maybe wait. But if you’ve ever felt like you were falling apart and no one saw it... this book sees you.

Also, I really like Kathleen Glasgow’s writing in general. There’s something so brutally honest about it, without trying to be dramatic for attention. Just real. I’m definitely planning to read more of her books — especially You’d Be Home Now and How to Make Friends with the Dark. Her stories just get under your skin in the best, worst way.