I thought this was powerful, shocking and well-written book: I have given it to a couple of friends who have been visited by their own black dogs, and am logging on now to buy it again for another.
It made me remember how as a teenager - helping out on the Service Volunteers' bus to take people to see their relatives at the local mental hospital - I was taken to see the straps and wires of the ECT room. I had the conviction that this kind of therapy was not part of the modern world, but I was clearly wrong.
I was at school with Fiona. She was always so tall and confident and sporty that she seemed like one of those people who would have a golden life. Which shows how little I knew, or guessed, about what was really going on in her life then.
I'm glad she chose that writing style - it pulls us effectively and descriptively into the tunnel, so that even those of us who have been lucky enough not to go there can understand for a moment what it is like to be there, in a place where words swirl around, and you feel helpless.