When the author was 18 he killed a girl from his high school in a car accident.It was not his fault,he was neither drunk nor driving recklessly,it was bad luck.This book is his account of “half a life” lived with guilt&he tries to be honest&vulnerable.Even though he writes with sincerity,I couldn‘t connect with him,with what happened&neither with the victim.I‘m not sure if it‘s the writing or because of the trauma, but it feels cold&disconnected.