What if your psychotherapist can’t even help herself? Sabrina, a psychotherapist, has a convoluted relationship with her shallow boyfriend, Tom. The relationship has filled her with hate for all men and causes her to twist the advice to her clients while living her life vicariously through them. Her counselling sessions are ruthless and her advice nothing less than poisoned knives that lacerate each client’s soul. In the turbulent post-communist capital of Albania, values have been contorted and the old ways lost. Decency lives side by side with manipulation and deceit; a fantasy life that blurs the distinction between glamour and reality, fiction and truth. In her difficult journey of self-discovery, Sabrina struggles to remain objective as a psychotherapist, often leading her clients dangerously astray.
From the first few pages, The Devil I Paid For Advice
impresses and surprises, it lures the reader in and
forces her to read it in one breath.
– Agron Shele, Writer, Poet, Essayist, Poetry of Galaxy Atunis