I have only once piece of news today, I finished Salley Vickers' third book: The Other Side of You. And I can't stop thinking about it. I've been simply engrossed in it and I've learned a lot of things. Perhaps the most about love. Not about cheap love which wants only "candyfloss and reassurance". But about love which is "demanding, a nuisance, and is bloody absent much of the bloody time". And is "painful, and forces change on us". And for which you are ready to fight and ready to die - meaning that you are ready to do things against yourself. And that love is "letting the other person be".

And all this in the story of a failed suicide: a woman patient and her psychoanalyst. Her story which sheds light on his past loss as well. And the paintings of Caravaggio. And some tales behind them.