I’ve got a book recommendation for you – Sinead O’Connor’s brand new memoir, Rememberings. I’ve just finished reading it. I loved it. It’s a difficult read – it might not present the full picture you’re expecting, but at the same time I think it explains itself very well; through prescripts and postscripts O’Connor explains the protracted delivery of the book and the irony to the title – there are whole passages of her life she has lost. But what you do get is a whole lot of heart. Huge gumption. A soul-stirring war-cry against the absurdity of the way her mental health was minimized to tabloid headline-fodder.