Michelle Parise is the best company. Her passion and humour leap off the page.
Beautifully and powerfully written, Alone: A Love Story left me heartbroken and inspired at the same time.
A courageous and full-throttled confessional.
Michelle Parise channels some seriously steamy Canadian Bridget Jones divorcee realness and I’m here for it.
Michelle pours out her story like a funny, fierce friend who trusts you with everything.
A book to keep close. Parise is unflinching as she reports back from her broken heart.
Equal parts pain and hope, served with a side of laughs— and we’re all wiser for it.
A lyrical tribute to the intoxicating, dramatic, destructive and ultimately empowering nature of love. I could not stop reading Michelle’s story, and now I cannot stop thinking about it.
Gutsy, searingly honest, and full of heart, Michelle’s beautiful memoir about mid-life fuckery reveals an exciting opportunity for self discovery amidst a wild unravelling.
We’ve seen enough stories about self-destructive “lost” women. Parise explores the more real female narrative: we bleed but we’re masters at covering it up.
A tightly woven tapestry of vulnerability, rawness, and humour, that makes you contemplate your inner life with more acceptance and compassion.
Ardent, urgent, and honest, Parise’s wildly intimate voice reminds us that as long as we are feeling, we are never really alone.
Beautifully written, intimate, alive and accessible, the story flows like a conversation with your most interesting, wise and exciting friend.