Coping with / advice about loneliness / solitude

THE NO.1 SUNDAY TIMES BESTSELLER

‘Bravely revealing’ BERNARDINE EVARISTO

‘Funny, moving, helpful and true, Friendaholic deserves a massive audience’ SATHNAM SANGHERA

‘This book is brilliant’ JO ELVIN

‘Essential reading… admirably candid and well-crafted’ GUARDIAN

THE NO.1 SUNDAY TIMES BESTSELLER

‘Bravely revealing’ BERNARDINE EVARISTO

‘Funny, moving, helpful and true, Friendaholic deserves a massive audience’ SATHNAM SANGHERA

‘This book is brilliant’ JO ELVIN

‘Essential reading… admirably candid and well-crafted’ GUARDIAN

Following on from her Sunday Times bestseller, I Wish I Knew This Earlier, Toni Tone is back again – and this time, filled with advice that goes beyond our dating and romantic lives.

‘America’s preeminent fiction writer’ New Yorker

‘A raw, propulsive tale of love and grief’ Mail on Sunday

**A SUNDAY TIMES BESTSELLER**

We’ve all been on promising dates that left us feeling worse in the long run, suffered from breakups we might have mishandled, or stayed in relationships which should have worked but didn’t. So what are we missing?

‘America’s preeminent fiction writer’ New Yorker

‘A raw, propulsive tale of love and grief’ Mail on Sunday

‘America’s preeminent fiction writer’ New Yorker

‘A raw, propulsive tale of love and grief’ Mail on Sunday

‘America’s preeminent fiction writer’ New Yorker

‘A raw, propulsive tale of love and grief’ Mail on Sunday

‘When I am disturbed, even angry, gardening has been a therapy. When I don't want to talk I turn to Plot 29, or to a wilder piece of land by a northern sea. There, among seeds and trees, my breathing slows; my heart rate too. My anxieties slip away.’

‘When I am disturbed, even angry, gardening has been a therapy. When I don't want to talk I turn to Plot 29, or to a wilder piece of land by a northern sea. There, among seeds and trees, my breathing slows; my heart rate too. My anxieties slip away.’

‘Now when I hear birdsong, I feel an entry to that understory. When I am feeling too squeezed on the ground, exhausted by everything in my care, I look for a little sky. There are always birds flying back and forth, city birds flitting around our human edges, singing their songs.’

‘My husband died, my life collapsed.’