pickIf you‘re new/curious about #quantumphysics, #parallelrealities and the illusion of time… this illustrated all of that for me through mini storytellings! Super short and sweet, great read! 179 pages, Highly recommend (:
pickIf you‘re new/curious about #quantumphysics, #parallelrealities and the illusion of time… this illustrated all of that for me through mini storytellings! Super short and sweet, great read! 179 pages, Highly recommend (:
Excerpt from chapter “19 April 1905” page 22.
“Each future moves in a different direction of time. Each future is real. At every point of decision, whether to visit a woman in Fribourg or to buy a new coat, the world splits into three worlds, each with the same people but with different fates for those people. In time there is an affinity of worlds.”
Sooooo eye opening- incredible perspectives! 👁️
so-so3 ⭐ I question how much help Kelly Clarkson had on this book. One it does not sound like Kelly Clarkson. Except for the lullaby. The lullaby sounds like Kelly Clarkson. This book has a decent cadence and rhymes well, but it does not sound like Kelly Clarkson. I especially say this because of how big they‘ve written Grammy award winning artist on the cover and how her biography lists all of her accolades in the music business.
so-soMaybe it‘s just my current mood, but I didn‘t love this one. I think I would have liked it more if Part 1 had been the entire book.
“How I longed to go into the town. Longed to meet the real you. “The town is surrounded by a high wall so it‘s very hard to enter,” you said. “And going out is even harder.”
so-so3.5 ⭐This book was lovely. It rhymes well and the story flows well. It has a cadence that is easy on the tongue and a story that seems positive and uplifting and happy. However, this book is by a Fox News host. I can‘t judge somebody by their job, but they are too many references of be yourself. You‘re my child. I love you. Be the colors others don‘t see etc. On the title page it does say that this was written with Catherine Cristaldi
“You were the one who told me about the town. On that summer evening we were heading up the river, the sweet fragrance of grass wafting over us. We passed over several little weirs that held back the flowing sand, stopping from time to time to gaze at the delicate silvery fish wriggling in the pools. We had both been barefoot for a while. The cold water washed over our ankles, while the fine sand at the bottom of the river enveloped our feet like
