Norah Jones decides to book herself into three different mental hospitals, and compare treatments.
This almost immediately stops being about that, and starts being about Norah Jones a) ruminating on what it means to actually be “crazy” and b) realising that she actually does need help, because she’s not dealing with life very well. Fortunately, these things are just as interesting as the original concept.
Jones is a good writer, but I say that with the caveat that I have a high tolerance – arguably a fondness – for overwriting. She lays it on pretty thick, but it’s an interesting meditation on a few important ideas about mental health, and an interesting look at a woman on the edge of breaking down.