Book of bitter

 My niece is reading this book she is reading for school that is a year’s worth of essays about things the author found delightful.

I may read it even if it does sound a bit saccharine to me.

I don’t guess I’d find a big audience for 365 essays about things that make me bitter.

Lately, I suppose, I am more sad or resigned than bitter.

I have a relatively good neurology appointment, but at the end of the day, I still have a deadly disease that is worsening.

I’d rather read the book of bitter than the book of sad.