Fuller leaves nothing under the table, under the rug or under wraps.

A book that is as hard to pick up as it is to put down — a gutting, terrifying, profound and defiantly enthralling read.

A seductive read about unrelenting agony. Self-effacing, wise and dry, the author’s style may be described as "frenetic lyric".

Life writers often want to be likable, for readers to sit beside them and empathise. Fuller’s not in that camp: rawly bereft, she doesn’t care how she comes across..

Her writing is always a knife pointed straight at the heart, but the subtractions her new book chronicles give it something more like blunt force.

Fuller's prose is raw, primal, and electric, pulling the reader into both her shock and her attempts to carry on with a heart cleaved in two. Readers who are experiencing their own grief will find solace here, while those who've been following Fuller for years through her beautifully written memoirs will want to be with her as she recounts this tragedy..

Brave.